Poetry Callenge v. 4.0, Day 5

There's a lot of hubbub lately in the news.  In fact, it stretches a lot further than the news, and it's become a viable part of our everytday lives.  No, it's not gun legislation.  No, it's not gay marriage.  No, it's not North Korea.  It's not the environment.  It's also not poverty, our economy, womens' rights, religions' rights, taxes, death, or even the question that can never be answered in this lifetime, "is there a god?"  It's none of these things at all, though it has a bearing on each of them.  Frankly, I don't understand it.  Oh, I understand that people feel differently about the "issues" and everyone has "THE answer."  That much is plain.  But I have to wonder that if everyone has THE answer, why no one seems to be practicing it.  The problem is anger.

We are all so busy being angry over the injustice we perceive in our daily lives - against the environment, against foreigners, by governments against their people, by neighbor against neighbor - that so many of us have lost what it means to find peace and contentment where we can.  Instead, we just get angrier and angrier with one another.  Friendships are tested, families are torn apart, relationships fail.  All because of anger.  I just don't understand it.

But - it's great fuel for poetry.

Tired

"I'm tired," said the man.
"Of what?" said his wife.
"Just tired."
"I'm boring you?"
"No, I'm just tired."
"I'm not important?"
"Just tired."
"I'm not smart enough?"
"Just tired."
"My thoughts don't count?"
"Just tired."
"I'm less than you?"
"Just tired."
"You're not all that smart, you know."
"Just tired."
"You're no better than me!"
"Just tired."
"You always fight."
"Just tired."
"Why should I have to do what you say?"
"Just tired."
"I'm just as important as you!"
"I'm tired - I'm going to bed."



Thanks for reading,

The Fat Kid