And what
Are we going to do
About peace
When we won’t even listen
To each other’s stories
When we don’t even care
That others have a story to tell
When we don’t ask
What people carry deep inside
What are we going to do
About understanding
When we aren’t
The least bit curious
About anyone else’s life
When we don’t
Exert any effort
To see life
Through another’s eyes
When we don’t
Care to consider
What it might be like
To wake up every day
And walk through this world
Suicidal, every day looking for a reason to live
Gay, in a world that judges you as less than
Filthy Rich, figuring out that money doesn’t buy peace
Disabled, having to figure out how to get the most basic
tasks done with dignity
Republican, wanting only to protect the ways of life
you hold dear
Anxious, terrified of the world around you to the
point of losing breathe
Dirt Poor, looking out at those who have enough, wondering
what on earth you did wrong
Democrat, because nothing good has ever trickled down
into your life from big government
Christian, struggling to reconcile a religion that has
huge gaps in logic
Manic, knowing the thoughts in your brain can’t be
trusted
In Recovery, navigating a world of landmines and
temptations
My God
This is so sad
What are we going to do about peace
If we don’t truly care about each other
If we won’t consider
Another’s view
Or care to learn
Its origin
Truly when
Did we get
So caught up
In ourselves
And what
Are we going
To do about it