Greater Tragedies

November 14, 2012

Of earthquakes, hurricanes, tsunamis, and tempests I know not much, only the beggar’s pleas Trembling hands that cannot endure the whole test But of these I know some greater tragedies Of hunger and thirst, of homes in the dirt I have not known, only children’s cries And a widow’s unrelenting guilty hurt But of these I know some greater tragedies Of abuse, torture, and unspeakable crimes I hide in fear where the weak has no choice to flee The persecuted long for the least of horrid times But of even these I know some greater tragedies Of ignorance, forgetfulness, and temporary care Money no comfort to the one that dies Awakening the selfish eyes a sight so rare Of these I know no greater tragedies

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Naani77Nov 14, 2012

Years after the earthquake hit Haiti, that country is still struggling. I suppose this was my original inspiration, and from that came other thoughts about the wealthier first-world countries being more than equipped to show sincere care to such impovershed nations. America, as many other places, show immediate action at first, but very few are commited to giving up a little bit of their abundance for those with nothing.