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Our Arena and Beyond

Updated on May 9, 2012
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As I sit here and argue

with you,

my dear,

I see men with guns

and small children starving.

As we bicker

about that other girl

and how pretty I think she is,

I hear bombs exploding

and airplanes crashing.

As we disagree

about how men and women

think,

I smell churches burning

and human meat cooking.

As we share this spat

about the bills

and the rent,

I feel bullets penetrate my flesh

and my face fall off in a vicious wreck.

As we continue

our altercation

about your kids’ behavior,

I taste my own metallic blood

and the bitterness of dirty water.

The point I’m trying to make here is this:

as we all contend with our immediate battles

we neglect to acknowledge that,

in the backdrop of our arena,

monstrous wars are being waged.

Outside of our plastic wrap

a sky of stirred air and situations

far worse than our own are in play.

So we can just keep battling

until the walls of chaos

creep in on us and reveal

that we don’t know shit

about pain and suffering.

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      raciniwa 5 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

      sometimes we forget that we are only a speck in the dot of this wide world...and our life is not that pathetic or worse than others...a great hub poet...

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      Jessee R 5 years ago from Gurgaon, India

      Powerful poetry! I can feel the anger at worldly and personal problems both:)

      Great work :)

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      Brian Lawson 5 years ago from Windsor, Va.

      Thanks for the comments! I wanted to share this perspective with everyone because it's a perspective that we often overlook.

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      Beth100 5 years ago from Canada

      Always count your blessings because someone somewhere has it worse than you. Worse, some people fret over trivial matters and are completely oblivious to the fact of millions are fighting for their lives.

      You've written a very pointed poem -- perfect description of some of the importances in some societies today!

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      Maria D'Alessandro 5 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      It's when we lose our perspective that we think our life is bad. Thanks for reminding us to look outside of our own little world to see the bigger picture. Only then can we be glad for our petty problems. Good write. Cheers.