Poem: Difference


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How is it that I sit in my room and meditate

–while you run through rubble as bombs drop?

How is it that my belly is full

–while yours growls with hunger?

How is it that I get into my car to return a library book

–while you board a boat which may take you to your death?

How is it that my children are safe and happy

–while yours may never live to see tomorrow?

What sleight of hand, moment of destiny

–gave us these roles?

You running away, me on my daily walk

You desperate, me detached

Yet I know you

For it is only circumstance that makes us different

But it is that difference

That changes everything

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