THE WESTERN HEAVENS CRY
Rain gently wetting all that's green and dry
Celestial notice that the heavens cry,
Ending our slow summer days in the sun,
Anguishing at what humanity's done.
Drone carried missiles exclusive of sound
Spray innocent blood on contested ground;
Guiltless targets rapt with work and play.
Comes violent death on this routine day
Inner-city violence, selfish greed,
Wanting and getting distinct from need,
Society devoid of security,
Few children survive to maturity.
Virulent diseases ravage the earth;
No one could dream how much water is worth;
Entire nations lack necessary food;
Disasters transpire as the heavens brood.
Absorbed in our privilege we ignore,
How helpless other humans are offshore.
Can't bother to think, content as we live
But their brief lives measured by what we give.
© Ron Unruh, 2014