Selected Works

BIRDS IN THE AIR

The birds in the air
don’t care,
the stars in the sky
don’t cry,
the man in the moon
is too far away
to hear the guns,
the sun has other
fish to fry.

So why should I
who have lived thus long
in peace and plenty
wail and gnash my teeth
and rail at what is
commonly seen as
gross cruelty,
gross inhumanity,
across the planet?

If I were a bird in the air
I would not care.
If I were a star in the sky
would not cry …

alas, I cannot fly.

November 2015