Ever Going to Change

It’s never going to be finished, is it?

      Never going to change

          that split between the haves and the have-nots

              so obvious throughout the centuries

And today the cruise brochure offering

   opulent meals, luxurious rooms

          for the rich and the over-burdened-credit-card-rich

   invites them to countries and sites

          supposedly to be introduced to,

              and influenced by the unique cultures of that country

           only to be housed and fed

               as if still here in the

                  wealthy hotels

                      imbibing complicated cuisines

                           which lop off edible food for the sake of

                                making it presentable

                             while in the hood

     children groan in the night from hunger

        and wash their faces in public restrooms

                       on their empty-bellied way to school.

Where is the balance?

Children with unique beauty and gifts to share come into the world.

Will they have the chance to develop those gifts

     into positive energy

        learned from adults around them

            or will they need to fight their way

                through the densely cluttered jungle of survival

                    where gentleness and compassion

                         are considered weaknesses

Yes, invited,

    caught up indeed in slick magazine ads

        where the tourist is tourist

             Seemingly untouched by the poverty

                  that supports their glamorous excursion.

Journeyers – No!                                  

   because meaning of life and compassion for others

       dries up while their outer feather-dance

           hides their awareness of

              their utter nakedness

                  as was the unaware king who had no clothes.

The deck of cards seems too scattered

     to bring unity to the game

Is it too big a game board

    too broad a world

        too disconnected by language and understanding

            and superstition

            and taboos

            and rules and regulations that

                create categories which become

                     more important than people?

And each takes a stand of rightness!

And each one withers in its own truth

   undiscovered, unidentified, unlived

So, do the best you can in the world you inhabit

    hoping that the salt for the earth you share

       and the light for the world you radiate

         may touch the hearts of those you encounter

              who in turn

                  pass

                      that

                        tiny

                          ripple

                             along

And having done this

     you enter the dance of life once more

        knowing that you have

           given your all.       

- Jacqlyn M. Freitas