If we are so rich
How come recession looms
And starvation of our elders
And breakdown of global life support systems are imminent?
If we are so rich
And we have built irrefutable wealth in the blood and bones of billions
For tens of thousands of lies and years
Then why does the homeless man fear these corona days?
That is not richness
That is a poverty
So extreme as to make soldiers cry out in pain
And children’s nightmares fill their wide eyes
If we are so rich then
Where is the richness?
Who has it?
Hidden away in bunkers and under silken bedsheets
While the rest of us choose
If we should lie next to our loved ones
For fear of hurting them
If we are so rich
How come the richest I ever feel is when
I lie
Under the apple trees
Looking into the empty sky
With Blackbird and Wren and Tern
Talking over my non-existent collection of cells
While I sway
While I feel the breeze and the still-cool air
And feel the changing season
Ancestral wound
We are all from unbroken lines of ancestral resilience
That is our richness
Nwyfre 