Waiting for the cure
Unstable and unsure
I have great hope for humanity
Climbing mountains of calamity
Frightened with an abdomen full of fear
I don’t want out
but bouts of doubt
Make me wonder
Everyone riding this spinning marble
Deserves to be fed, clothed and sheltered
Imagine the peace and tranquility
But resource sucking arrogance
Prevents permanency of and kind
Kindness hard to find
Do you care?
And what’s your willingness to share?