Years ago. I volunteered for three President Clinton, food, shelter and medicine mission. I went to Africa. Dead bodies who died from starvation and sickness. They had no I.D. We dig a large hole. We collected the dead bodies and we went house to house. After awhile, we had to forget. Most were children, women and old people. We had mass graves and we(Soldiers) pray they found a kinder place. Still today. Hunger and sickness killed so many in our world. I dislike our leaders in the USA. They smile and tell us. Only 600 dead from the coronavirus. Our new world, death is okay to the people who are safe. Powerful words shared my friend. Made me think tonight.
Coyote
Posted 3 Years Ago
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3 Years Ago
Thanks friend for writing this narrative reality.
3 Years Ago
Your words were very good my friend and you are welcome.
Purposeless life feels cold, rightly said. We need to invent ourselves again and again, so that we can stick to the right meaning of life, otherwise no difference with a dead body. Nice poem
An all-time favorite quote: "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." (Thoreau) -- and your poem boosts this idea to a more artful delivery. I believe there are far more people living this way than most people can stand to acknowledge. Love how you acknowledge it (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
We all need a purpose in life. People or a creative passion. If we are lucky, we get both. Without either, the journey would be painful and meaningless. Nice little piece of brevity.
third line I think you meant "it's" for it is.
This is such a hard-hitting short piece.
when the mind rules us and the heart takes a back seat...we are in trouble.
No feelings, no empathy, no love....just motion.
j.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
thank you friend, i will edit the typing error committed.