which may require us to depart
from social norms and expectations;
the crying eyes and speculations.
Life shouldn’t be about accolades and rank,
or how much wealth we have in the bank;
live with less counting and measure,
allow more ‘just for the pleasure’.
but upon faith we’re to borrow
the strength to live a truth
we’ve buried back in our youth
life is about the rapture
found in the simplest delight
so seek this year to recapture
all within you know is right
bricks sealed with blood and sand,
walls and guards erect to protect,
an ideal that’s become suspect.
We turn the less fortunate away,
declaring they can’t stay;
our decisions based on fears,
leave children in puddles of tears.