Where’s the love and compassion
that should join hands across the land?
Why is hope for the future growing faint?
I don’t understand.
Or maybe I do…
maybe the true crass cancer is selfishness,
maybe the Want that should steal hearts
can’t compete with desiring excess.
There’s no future in a land of excuses
where false choices are framed in blame,
for when hatred’s smoke clears
those who are broken still remain.
©November 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne