Eponymous

You know what needs to change? Change itself.

Because change in this world is famine or feast

Either up on a pedestal or relegated to the shelf

Where it waits to rise, like ideological yeast

But this isn’t how change is supposed to progress

A rollercoaster ride of sickening import.

No; change shouldn’t be driven by Presidential address

Nor celebrity or wealth or prowess at sport.

You see, change is an evolution, a gradual advance

It shouldn’t be a cycle or casual affair.

But rather a steady march across the great expanse

Of injustice, to make life that little bit more fair.

And so we must go to the source.

A level removed, meta, all told.

To truly harness the power of this force,

We must reject the traditional mold.

Poverty and suffering doesn’t end,

Just because the issue is no longer at the fore.

And a region can’t fully rebuild with the money we send

In the wake of disaster or war.

And that is where our problems lie.

Why some countries flourish, while others wallow

In a depressed state, though they may try

The morass they face is too much to swallow.

So, I make my plea,

To those interested in pursuing charity:

Please don’t offer assistance along with the mode,

But think of it as a constant, obligatory road.