Bucket

Poem. Wrote this in response to an other's poem. They had a different title.

Bucket ?

What care I? I am a shallow soul.

 

I am a shallow soul.

I step off the metro and see the homeless begging in the streets

I turn away to my destination

What care I?

 

I walk through the museums

I see works of art created by the best of me!

I exit to see shopping carts filled with cans

What care I?

 

I pass by them and love the blossom cherry

I see the reflecting pool

Smile and then a disease enters the reflection.

It washes itself there.

What care I?

Send me your poor.

Send me your hard lost and hopeless.

?

What care I?

 

I am the shallow soul of

human kind.

I am uncaring as I watch you

 

Nature? Nurture?

 

I look upon you and tilt my head

Disdain, contempt and never pity.

Mother created us all the same

 

What care I?

 

What care I?

 

Were you not so lost you could . . .

 

Visit art and see what we have made

You could see the wars we have waged

Death on a grand scale that takes thousands.

And the avenues of success

Laid out for you by our creator.

 

Were you not so lost you would

See what I see

 

LIFE IS JUST. JUSTICE �"

-        The only apex predator is Mother earth.   

Lost soul? Her soul may be shallow? Is our mother shallow as she kills us to readily?

What care I?

 

She is a harsh mother who gave you a world as a tit

Yet you turn away?

You do not how to suckle from it?

Before you eyes is everything and you stare lost

 

What care I?

What care I?

What care I?

 

Why?

 

Pee in a bucket.