-A better me, is what this cold and bitter world needs,
not a more charismatic preacher or a more honorable politician.
-It’s dependent on me sowing the seeds
of healthy relationships, continuity, and understanding,
not party loyalty or religion.
-It needs none of my stubbornness or rigid beliefs.
-It can’t use high strung judgments or wordy debates.
-What it thirst for is a desperate relief,
from the hostile environments my critical heart can create.
-What’s it need of my culture that brags
or that trades soul for validation?
-To worship this modern god, swag,
requires that humility lags, procrastination drags, and motivation sags,
promoting my vain fame fixation.
-It has no room for ego
nor me not finding purpose.
-’Cause, countless paths we go
are determined by what my self-perceived worth is.
-So, rather than to preach what’s wrong with everyone else,
how about I not be afraid to profess flaws of myself,
stop splurging on notions that satan sells,
and stop promoting my career over my health.
-Thus, what good can one do while not seeing through eyes of love?
-Is any other method fit to banish the world’s great terrors?
-When holding our fellow man’s best interests dear,
we can enforce the discreteness of
stealth jets but, also, the gentleness of doves.
-World betterment can and must start with the man in the mirror.
“What the World Needs”
is a poem featured my second published upcoming anthology,
“A Pale Face for a Collar: Testimonials of an Office Rat,”
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