Thursday, 5 July 2012

Western Souls

Defined as developed nations,
We sit astride our wealthy conquests.
Battles won with canon, musket,
Boats and plunder,
And economics backing dictators.
Corrupted governments
Ownership transfers wealth
From starved bellies
And raped bodies.
An assassins bullet
Backing diplomacy,
And aid tagged to profit.

Our nations developed riches
But not of the mind.
It’s time
To understand the price of comfort
Or else our spirits choke
Under watchful eyes of the Great Mystery.
This inflicted misery
That we seek to resolve by charity,
Is not about us giving,
But deciding the lifestyles
We’re prepared to give up.

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