This Land

Each day I listen to you and wonder

How easily your humanity is cast asunder

As you claim that we get only what we deserve

With thousands lying dormant and in reserve.

Each day I look at you and am amazed

How you can remain so completely unfazed

By the poverty and suffering beyond the electric fence

That helps you to feel less tense.

Each day I think of what goes through your mind

And ask myself whether you’re really so blind

I try to fathom the depths of your uncaring heart

Only to realize that you exist in a world apart.

Each day I pass by you on the street

Disdainfully looking at me from head to feet

With a look on your face that’s full of suspicion

And the fear in your soul makes me question.

What is it that you perceive

Do you look forward to death’s reprieve

Will your children be able to love mine

After being exposed to your prejudice for all this time.

Each day I defeat your ignorance

As I strive to understand

The nature of your callous arrogance 
That has shaped this beautiful land.