Questioning A World View
   
 
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A couple of months ago
I watched the dead body of
My aunt
Go up in flames
As her funeral pyre was lit.
She was just sixty.
She died of breast cancer.
Perhaps if the world spent
More on medicine
Than on war
She may have lived today.

The other day I saw
A homeless mother
Suckle her
Near-dead infant to her breast
Of no milk.
She was just twenty
About to die of hunger
The baby about to die
Of thirst.
Perhaps if the world spent
More on food
Than on war
They may not die tomorrow.

So the days go by
And do observe with saddened eye—
When once we lifted a finger
To change the world,
Today we lift the finger
To say ‘fuck you’ to humanity.

 

My collection of poems “Yearnings” may be ordered online, here http://serenewoods.com/book_details.php?id=419
 
 

© ABHA IYENGAR - 2007