My Poetry

What is this?

The family is gathered for breakfast,
the young people are in the university training,
the merchant is opening the doors of his business,
the housewife is doing the shopping,
the engineer is building routes and bridges,
the teacher instructs his students,
the driver of the train, transports thousands of passengers
and so could name thousands of people of good will, realizing, creating, being supportive, healing ...
Simultaneously there is a small group of people in their offices, planning, thinking about logistics, maximum distance and power to give your missiles, to hit in this or that place.
Making enormous armies and exchanging provocative words with their peers the "leaders"...
They are in their bubble of selfishness and hunger for power.
Meanwhile, millions of people try to be happy, children, grandchildren, parents, men, women ...
Fortunately they are majority.
Unfortunately, others use power in a cowardly way, shielding themselves in their discourse of defending the indefensible.
All this surpasses my capacity of understanding ...

©Patricia Picardi, September, 2017.