No One WinsA Poem by Runa Pigdenthoughts on the state of the modern worldOne
man thinks he should rule as king, To
own the land and ev’rything. He
starts a war to fill his greed And
leaves his people in great need. Mine,
all mine. Mine,
all mine. No
one gets out feeling fine. A
religious man desires all hearts To
love his god; he does his part To
force others to think his way And
in the end, hate rules the day. Mine,
all mine, Mine,
all mine. No
one gets out feeling fine. Businessman
wants to sell his wares His
friends and family get their shares To
reap rewards, he knows he must Abuse
the workers’ and clients’ trust. Mine,
all mine. Mine,
all mine. No
one gets out feeling fine. Politician
must have his day; So
false promises he will say. To
lobbyists, he gives his word; And
treats the press as if absurd. Mine,
all mine. Mine,
all mine. No
one gets out feeling fine. Love
of money and of power Too
often seem to win the hour. But
common man is quick to give Everything
away just to live. Mine,
just mine. Mine,
just mine. No
one wins and that’s just fine. © 2019 Runa Pigden |
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Added on February 22, 2019 Last Updated on February 22, 2019 Tags: pigden publications, politics, world issues, greed, hatred AuthorRuna PigdenSt. Catharines, Ontario, CanadaAboutI grew up as a military kid (father was RCAF) in the provinces of Ontario and Manitoba, Canada throughout the ‘50s and ‘60s. My mother was a published poetess who encouraged reading and wr.. more..Writing
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