Comfort in Tragedy
"I love it here,"
You say
As you finish unpacking
Inside your teeny tiny
Apartment
On the corner.
This is your
New home.
It was cheap.
You chose this
City
With the highest
Crime rate
In the country
Because of its
Beauty.
Yet,
A young man was just
Raped
A teenager just
Snorted
Her first line of
Cocaine
And that child just
Lost
His mother.
And you
Think
To yourself
Why do I
Love
This place?
Am I
Sick?
You walk down
The street
And see a
Homeless
Man
Smiling up at you.
You ask him to
Come to lunch with you.
You listen to him
Tell stories about
His glory days
And about the
Wars
He fought in,
As you eat lunch
In the McDonald's on Main Street.
You remember
Why you came
To this Hell.
Because even in
The most horrid places,
There is always
A happy baby,
A teenage girl
Laughing with her friends,
And a homeless man
To have lunch with.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world