“Don’t give up the reason you are here”
in the land of plenty
there was discontentment
and all that hardship
all that pain
was the key
the key to everlasting life
or so the churches would preach on high
and behind walls
holding at bay
those in need
the only needed was not
that was the solution to all the problems besetting a hostile nation
not so cried the mobs
it is corporations that care the most
paying benefits and wages
profit to few
tokens to many
a white shirt flaps in autumn’s cooling breeze
pressed with love and a heavy heart
silk ties pawned for food
Sunday’s sermon does not fill belly
Monday’s alarm clock no longer buzzes
Tuesday’s talking heads make no sense
what was the key to life?
The two-car garage and five-star vacation with maid service and turn-down?
Is that the key?
Tell me gentle reader, does love conquer all or is life simply all there is?
What is your key?