Giving love, Recieving peace

He sees the horrors of poverty, greed
And disease, which makes him angry
What his country does to those
Overseas, but he doesn’t notice the breeze
In the woods near his home, or the
Silence as he’s writing this, thinking alone.

So many walk around the world, hoping they’ll be
Famed, becoming chained to false reality, crippled
and shamed, then look towards the power
Symbols for someone to blame, to escape the grim
Reality ; their dreams have been tamed.

Why won’t he talk about the things he laughs and smiles about,
Placing focus only on the Things that fill him with doubt?
How can this Poet call anything he makes art when he
Only reveals the things tearing our world apart?

How can he speak of war made by fear and lies
When he’s failed to see such beauty laid before
His eyes? I despise his blindness to kindness, seeing
Only despair, ignoring all the intellects who actually care.

Charities that keep the hungry alive, speakers
Inspiring the crying to thrive, all who spread
Knowledge, wisdom and love, I even knew one
Who spread all of the above.  

Perhaps I didn’t see for my vision was slanted,
I’m now trading hope for the anger I chanted,
Now In others its wisdom in others I’ve planted,
Because peace of mind is earned, never granted.