Sunday, April 10, 2005

A Poem Draft

Something idly scribbled during a bout of sleeplessness:

Gaps

when prayer to God
is something you say
not something you live

when the poor
are not the people begging
but a word to hit your opponents with

when the right to life
is something you see trampled
only when the other party does it

when care for health
is the last thing you remember
when health care comes to mind

when virtue is a name
for all the things you do
or when you do them all the time

when your personal rights
are a way to ignore your community
not a way to be a part of it

when injustice
is something other people do
that has nothing to do with you

when your words
are not for communication
but for control

when the people you claim to help
are the labels that come to mind
when you are thinking of insults

when time itself
is merely something passing
not a moment to be seized