We have ONE Planet, but TWO Worlds

The ´Haves´and the ´Have Nots´.

As I watch my t.v.screen, I love the wondrous sight.

High in the sky, fireworks shoot...!!!

And blossom like petals opening in the Spring,

As though I am looking at speeded up film.


As I watch the glorious colours, I see only beauty and light.,

Childrens faces in the crowds,

Who never before have seen such a sight.

Boats on the Thames, at midnight,

The London eye in moonlight.


Maybe that should have been enough,

The moonlight and the stars,

Not millions of dollars, going up in smoke,

Is it really beautiful, or maybe a sick joke??


Earlier today on the same t.v. screen

I watched a very different scene.

Dirty water, we would not wash in,

given to children to drink.

They have no choice, the voice over said,

as my jaw dropped to the floor..

My mind was racing at the awful sight,

of dirty grey water filled with parasites.


The water is given to babies,, It will make the sick,

No maybe´s.

But they have no choice.

They have no choice.

My eyes turn back to the brilliant sights

of fireworks bursting, brightening the night,

And how much did it cost? I have no idea,

But something inside me changes.


Can we not drill for water that´s clean?

Save childrens´lives,? Life is a dream

for some of these mothers, whose babies are dying

as millions of us watch the sparkles high flying.,


Our world is unfair, I´ve always known that.

My dad always told me ´Be grateful¨.

We live in a country with plenty of food,

and freedom of speech, and jail for the hateful.


If he saw the world now, Oh, what would he think?

Good has become bad. Bad is alright,, Black can be white,

Oh what a world , when fireworks cost millions,

and children have foul, dirty water to drink.

Oh what a world , when presents fill rooms,

other young boys carry cans full of filth.

Murderous water that surely can kill,

But they have no choice, so drink it they will.


While presents are opened, and joy´s all around,

I´m thinking of children who sleep on the ground,

There must be a way, if only I knew what to do or to say.


I´m loving the sights of the colours in flight,

Shiny faces of children, wrapped in warm hats and gloves,

Yet l cannot forget but think of the traces,

of dirt and dead flies on little ones faces.


Born in wrong place, the sooner they´ll die.

Is it all I can do, just to sit and ask why?

No one can fix it, or so it would seem,

Many a good man has had such a dream,

that ´feeding the world´is the right thing to do,

Yet tyrants and terrorists, to mention a few,

Ruin ideas of good men.

There must be a way.

there must be a way

If only I knew what to do or to say.

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MurciélagoHeart 4 years ago from San Francisco

Keep up the great work!


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Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain Author

what a great encouragement in so few words.

Thank you so much.


jenubouka 4 years ago

There is such powerful truth woven in a poetic manner that speaks out to those who may take the little things for granted. The simplicity to turn the tap for a quick drink of clean water or a soft warm place to lay their head.

For those of us who ponder what can be done, this poem speaks out in high hopes to flicker the worries to those who have yet to.


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Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain Author

Hi jenubouka, thank you for such a lovely comment.

It´s hard sometimes, to feel so helpless, isn´t it.?


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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

Very well-written and meaningful as a bonus; nice reminder for me to be appreciative of my life. Thank you and continue doing that thing you do!


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Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain Author

Beautiful comment, billybuc. l appreciate it very much. Thank you.


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Movie Master 4 years ago from United Kingdom

I agree Dim, the world is so unfair, here we are in the 21st century and still people suffer in the world, I too watched those fireworks thinking how ever much did this cost?

A great poem and voting up


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Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain Author

Thank you Movie Master, I was thinking as you did, we can afford to send men into space and haven´t solved the `problems on earth yet.

I appreiate you commenting. Take care.


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epigramman 4 years ago

...so sorry I missed this the first time around because your words are as profound and as moving as they come - and this beautifully composed poetic meditation will be posted with my respect and admiration for this great work

to my Facebook page and a direct link back here - I sit here also on a cold night by the lake (although it hasn't frozen over yet like it does most winters) and send you warm wishes and good energy my dear and most loyal friend - lake erie time ontario canada 9:54pm


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Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain Author

Aaawww Epi... You are a busy man. I don´t expect you to find time to read ALL I write, but thank you so much. I obviously prefer it when you do. You always leave me such lovely comments.

Cheers ! For putting this on your facebook page. You too are a most loyal friend. Take care,. Keep warm.


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iguidenetwork 4 years ago from Austin, TX

Very realistic apporach to the world!!!


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Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain Author

Thank you for your comment..

Pleased to meet you on hubpages


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James A Watkins 4 years ago from Chicago

Congratulations on your 100 author score! That is awesome.

Your Hub is terrific. I had never considered before how the cost of these celebrations might better be used to provide for the poor. You have made a brilliant point. Thank you for your kind heart.


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Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain Author

Always a great pleasure to get a comment from you, James. Thank you so much.


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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

Ohh great poem.. I love these lines they make me sad for the children..While presents are opened, and joy´s all around,

I´m thinking of children who sleep on the ground,

There must be a way, if only I knew what to do or to say.

sad but beautiful

debbie


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Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain Author

Thank you Debbie for your comment.

It´s about time I came over to your page.

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