My stomach grumbled indicating that it was time to eat so I went inside a restaurant. Watching and observing other people, I ate silently. I watched food being paraded by waiters on trays to serve paying customers. I watched customers eating, gorging themselves with the house specialty. I watched them leave with some food untouched on their plates.
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Outside were hungry people who pursued those who were leaving. Alms, alms! They called out. Just a few coins to buy food, they would say. The pitiful looks on their faces only earned them a look of disgust. They were probably thinking that the poor will spend it foolishly… why not they themselves do that?
Why is money so important in this world? Everything seemed to follow: prestige, respect, even dignity. If you had money, you had it all. If you didn’t, you had nothing at all. Why are men so enslaved by money?
They say that wealth does not guarantee one of happiness… but are the poor guaranteed free from misery?
They say that all men are created equal… if that were only true in the eyes of man.
Though mind and faith may be strong, it often falls prey to the body’s need. Even the sky cannot replace a shelter’s roof nor the trees at the side of the road replace a shelter’s wall. In a world where life itself seems to be another’s property, can you sell your faith to live? Better are the birds with the power of freedom and flight. They can hunt and pick Earth’s bounty… but even they are shot and killed.
I do not want to be enslaved by strips of paper with heroes’ faces, but we changed the meaning of priceless from that which has no price to that which is most expensive.
I do not want to be enslaved by strips of paper with heroes’ faces, but the food for sustenance is no longer free in our world that millions starve while others have excess left to rot.
I do not want to be enslaved by strips of paper with heroes’ faces, but can one teach a stomach to stop its churning?
I do not want to be enslaved by strips of paper with heroes’ faces, but they have dirtied the rivers and killed the seas, and fresh water lives inside tanks and bottles to be paid for.
I do not want to be enslaved by strips of paper with heroes’ faces. I want to be enslaved only by my heart, my soul and my faith. But though mind and faith may be strong, it so often falls prey to the body’s needs.
For my eternal muse... We are of one heart... Forever