"If there is one thing you could do to change the world, what would it be?"
The timeless and tired question
Of what one might do if they had this impossible ability,
To change the world.
And the timeless and tired runner-up response occurs to me;
"I would solve world hunger,"
I respond, on the stage in my mind,
Thinking both of the hole in my stomach
From trying to stretch a meager dollar
To expand a mind
And of the world I am doing this for,
Because maybe I could
"Change the world."
But "what keeps a man alive?"
An obscure anthem of our times,
Proving that old dead Maslow's theory,
"Food is the first thing morals follow on."
In a world of plenty and waste,
Of garbage heaps and food being thrown away at close,
To think that I am "fortunate"
In my mind, I am back on the stage,
And I nod, and I smile, and I know.
Thinking of horrific images
And of the stiffled potential
Of those who cannot ascend beyond their stations
With thoughts of only how to reach the basic necessities,
Incapable of doing more,
Only of dreaming of doing,
I say to the impartial, apathetic judge,
Who cares not of my dreams or struggles,
The prescribed line;
"I'd end world hunger."