NEED

What is it about this word,
That makes me feel so cold ?
Everyday, the same as the last,
Need this, need that or so I'm told.

What greater purpose does this imbue ?
Life becomes a constant struggle, just to be,
As great or as wealthy having it all,
Displaying our wares to all who would see.

Our happiness depends, apparently it's true,
On filling our lives pursuing this need,
So we can believe it's our sole purpose here.
But is it not only, an excuse for greed ?

Can we not still, remember a time,
When less was enough to provide ?
Security and comfort shared amongst friends,
That not, our communities forever divide.

People of all races, colours and creeds,
living peaceably as neighbours together,
helping when a stranger was in desperate need,
As if this one were, our very own brother.

With the advent, of all our modern ways,
Can we not still, leave a tiny seed,
Of hope in our hearts to see a new day,
Eradicating the struggle, to live having needs ?


At all, evermore. Amen







Just trying to give the World a nudge.
"Come on we can do better than this ! "