Lying here thinking…
whilst the world is turning,
innocents in torment,
and the monks are still burning.
Peace was banished,
from this mystical land,
torture and imprisonment,
bedfellows, hand in hand.
The other continent –
starvation the plague,
Aids, poverty and illness,
apparent every day.
Conflict and oppression,
rule many a sacred Isle,
punished by their birth rite,
how can I rest or smile?
For I am one who’s lucky,
with freedoms of a Queen,
a life of capitalist luxury,
to me – feels quite obscene.
© Suffering 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 
I know what you mean!
🙂
only feels obscene because you are mindful
Maybe…
🙂
You have got a beautiful mindset!! I love how your pen out (or rather type out) your thoughts!! I am in love with this poem!! Too humble!!
Love,
-Naima.
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Aw thank you – you are now promoted to boss of everything!!!
xxx
Hahahaha 😀
I am loving you darling Windy 😉
Hugs,
-Naima.
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very true….I often think though, that the people down the street, even me at times, are equally tormented in thought….we are fortunate to have safety, opportunity, peace, love…..but still this mind…… I also think of the practice of taking on others’ woes when I am having a difficult time…to hold the world’s pain, since I am already in the depths of it. Your poem was thought provoking and a testimony of your tender heart. Lovely words. Sam 🙂
Thank you Sam –
Don’t forget to send loving kindness to yourself too! Getting pulled under by others woes is not good if you are fragile – get yourself strong then we can take on the rest of the universe!
Alex
xxx