Something's Missing

A message from your frontal lobe:

Mutual Respect has fled the country, perhaps the globe

In his absence, we have many new chores

Oppression and persecution, bombings and wars

Mutual Respect sends his regrets

He can’t attend this meeting without threats

Too many people have made it clear

He is not welcome anywhere near here

I will not name names, though you know

What you have done, let’s forgo

Such unpleasantness and get down to business

Envy, Greed, Self Control, Self Awareness and Fuss

See me afterward we have much to discuss

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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