Survival of the Fortunate

We live in our silo.

Survival of the Fortunate

The warm tears you shed

fall upon frozen ground as

the world stands and watches

the agony you suffer each

and every day and looks away.

You are a foreigner in our eyes,

and if you are black, Asian or Arab

you have less worth than

the cattle we raise to slaughter.

We give more to animal welfare

than to the protection of our

fellow humans.

Children in other lands

are less precious to us

than the lambs in the fields.

We live detached from

the brutality of humanity

as it serves to protect

us from the guilt

and allows us to

stay sane.

 

12/10/14

Author's Note

Reviews

[Terpsichore]

We protect ourselves with hand wringing, the odd giving to charity, the foolish thoughts that someone will do something, just not us. Mostly though, we blank out the injustice and suffering that the omnipresent goggle box beams into our comfortable lives. It seems nothing changes, that we remain powerless against the instinct of self survival, that whether we admit it or not, reigns supreme.

It needs a higher hand. T

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed T but people power can change things.

[Kelly Scheppers]

For me, this reflects the man behind the poet...simply brilliant, John!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Kelly

[Lydia Shutter]

Your altruistic and compassionate heart shine in this write, John. Beautifully said. Lydi**

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Lydi

[jacob erin-cilberto]

how awful it is that we could consider any of our fellow human beings as less than that...

we are all of one race and color inside, whether we want to admit it or not.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Buit we never admit it Jacob.