Winter, summer, spring and fall comes and goes

in the pattern set forever ago to the end of the spinning times.

The earth tilts toward the sun, and then it tilts away, as the great circle

that is its path waxes and wanes, as in the past, so is the future.

The moon rolls across the night sky, pulling on the seas and in return

is pulled on by the seas helping the face we see, stay the face we see

should we care some night or not notice as is our way.

And man changes his way, sometimes slowly and some times quickly

and sometimes to remain the same for countless ages

guided by need, or cruelty, or ignorance or greed.

All are in play at all times but one dominates at different stages for ages.

The more benign visages of man may guide, but never seem to

come to the for. Like love or caring, unselfishness, self sacrifice.

The guiding and more acceptable ways a man might act.

Never to dominate, always to motivate.

Our highest aspirations never achieved, except as micro bursts.

Wonderful and amazing people, known by all in the future

killed by all in the past.

Perhaps mankind is suicidal.

The thought of a happy and peaceful world or highest goal, somehow never achieved.

Not even close.

Odd that a species that gets what it sets

rarely gets what it states.

When the goals are lofty, un-achievement reins.

When the goals are low,

success for years.

Perhaps physics is at fault, easier to go down

then up.

A squirrel who made a poor decision, lies in the street.

Electing a sigh of morning from those who pass it by.

While children starve around us, unnoticed.

Some wealthy tell of tears shed each night

upon their satin pillows and silk sheets.

And tell of how each morning they and the butler and the maid

say a prayer in the hopes that God will help.

Then they sit and write out a check, knowing they have done

all they could.

Then they heave a squirrel sigh, and soldier on.

Perhaps if we brought the bodies of these withered kids to our towns,

and laid them in our main pathways to the malls

or to work, we might all notice more.

Then we would unite and stamp out abuse and hunger in the world,

at least until the bodies were removed.

But really, what can we do?

There has always been suffering and starvation and loneliness and fear.

There’s no way we could stop it all,

better to just go on the way it is.

After all, its working out for me.

One person can’t make a difference

the money and help would never get there anyway

it would just be used to line

an uncaring pocket.

If they weren’t so lazy, they wouldn’t be starving in the first place

why don’t God do something about it?

Ohhh, look, somebody ran over a cat.