If one hundred people are in some way
Treated better than we are
And seven billion others
Are treated worse
We will only care
About the hundred
If one hundred people are in some way
Treated better than we are
And seven billion others
Are treated worse
We will only care
About the hundred
our emotions and perspectives are
a locked room
that we can’t
think our way out of —
Poetry and flowers
Are similar in this:
Though each but one time seeing
Each leaves you with
A kiss
The deepest dive
Covers the least area
And yields uncertain joy —
Where some see
No place to rest
Others find
Room to soar
We want to pull
Beauty towards us,
But it always works
The other way around
You can plow deep,
Plant straight,
Water often,
And still
Live in uncertainty,
But,
That doesn’t mean
You shouldn’t try
The local ridge
Is not the highest mountain,
But what does it matter
When you’ve never climbed either?
If morality
Means anything,
It means that
We shouldn’t want to hurt others,
Or ourselves,
And should probably try
To do the opposite