so we all live comfortably
with our eyes closed
we do not see
we know it is there
but give not a glance
we can't face the facts
we will not take the chance
oh yes we all live comfortably
pretending there is no such thing
POVERTY
it lives in the monster under the bed
where it belongs
not in our head
If it never has happened
to us
it can't be
this is not my problem
poverty
I will not let it in
no not in my heart
I will not feel this feeling
this falling apart
I continue to live comfortably
pretend it is not there
I choose not to see
I can't face the facts
though it continues to be
I will not--won't touch it
don't let it near me
it could be contagious
a spreading disease
I just might catch it
and then I would see
what it is like
to not live
comfortably
to hunger
starving
what it feels like to need
I can't I need to live
comfortably
I am scared of this
monster
so I shut my eyes
I don't see
I pretend it is not there
POVERTY
...maria, tremendously feeling piece, and we all don't wanna look and you speak loudly to that, we need to see our enemies as ourselves...hard to do...my poem Village People was trying to say how we/haves tend to not want to e v e n be associated with poverty...great work, peace, chaz
