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
A quandary. --
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