Who Am I.. A Question asked Many Times?
Who am I, asked the little child, after being neglected and starved,
Left to roam the streets, without decent clothing, lost and so afraid?
Who am I, asked the teenager, beaten at school and again at home,
His teeth hurting him, no food to eat, and all hopes, seeming to fade?
Who am I asked the factory worker, warned of losing his job, in despair,
The union chiefs, all living large and most not seeming to worry or care?
Who am I, asked the teacher, buying food for students, pencils to write,
After going home at night, no food for herself, worried about others plight?
Who am I asked the banker, driving his big car, cussing about costs of gas,
Then going out to dine in the fanciest restaurants and running late to Mass?
Who am I, asked the librarian, enthralled in her book she reads, an escape,
Content with the world and dwelling on make-believe things, with no shape?
Who am I, the grandiose leader of the miniscule country carps, then smirks,
As the next in line to his "throne" awaits, and with a gun by his side, he lurks?
Who am I, asked the commander as he views his troops, willing to lose a few,
After all, collateral damage is expected these days, in most everything we do?
Who am I, asks the Lord, as he views the scenes so disgusting, down below,
When will they ever learn the good ways of all life, of what they are to show?
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