Parity

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I’d love to be a dreamer,
Cradling the azure sky;
Twirling coloured streamers,
Thrusting all inhibitions up high.

But then people speak of war-torn places,
-Hushed-up disgraces-
It incarnadines the perfect lie.
We start realize reality is inequality;
It is the elite juxtaposed with
The streets of poverty-stricken disparity.

In the silence of night
-Why is it so annoyingly quiet?-
Comfortably situated in an alcove of blankets
-Why is it so cold outside?-
Frustrated by the annoyances of the day
-What is wrong with the world?-
Stop and

Consider:
Surrounded by the deafening inkiness of the night,
Sheltered by flimsy cardboard,
Alone and without any support,
(Hungry and scared and human too)
Are those who long for silence;
And those who dream of warmth.

Embrace racial individuality;
Raze barriers which cleave people apart.
Recognize that wealth is an arbitrary
Measure of self-worth.
If the mere flutter of a butterfly’s wings can
Cause a tornado elsewhere,
Then imagine what a difference you could make
If you took the time.





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