Friday, February 8, 2013

Friday's Children by Afzal Moolla

A Better Way

Assaulted on all sides,
by the promise of faux-bliss,
etched on designer labels.

Dutifully acquiescing,
as we gleefully get herded,
into styrofoam stables.

Humanity traded at bargain prices,
carefully julienned into bite-sized slices.

There has to be another way,
where dreams and truths aren't brittle as clay.

I have to believe in that less harsh, more just way,
where wanton greed is kept at bay.

I do believe in that better way,
when people see people again.

I do believe in the promise of that day,

when hunger and despair,
when anguish and pain,
when injustice and tyranny,

is finally,

and at long last,

swept away.

Copyright © 2013 by Afzal Moolla

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