When as a child you had the latest blonde doll
Whose blue eyes closed when you laid it down
And giggled when you pressed its bellybutton.
Later there were tea sets, kitchen sets,
A chalkboard, coloring books, Jigsaw puzzles,
So you’d play tea time with your best friend Carol
After playing school all weekend long.
When your dear Aunt gave you books to devour
To read about children from around the world
And dream of distant places you thought
You’d never reach even if you got to 100 years old.
When your dear Mom gave you photo albums
As you wouldn’t stop taking mundane pictures
And new shirts as you were growing like a tomboy
Wearing nothing but shirts, jeans and running shoes.
When your dear Grandma gave you cash,
Thanks to her salt-making business,
So you had more in your piggy bank
You made with cardboard and an empty can
And finally broke and rebuilt before Christmas
To shop for everyone just like your Mom.
Now that you’re almost done with life
Grateful for living fit and long
For doing what you love to do
For having a roof over your head,
Warm meals and a comfy bed,
And for being free and seemingly content,
You wish for nothing but love and peace
In every heart, on every street corner.
You wonder how sumptuous dinners,
How lavish parties and luxurious presents,
How extravagance and overindulgence
Ever exist when neighbors are terrorized,
Left stateless, starved, and dehumanized.
Not a modern question as you’d realize
But a state of affairs as old as time,
And that there’s little you could do
Because you’re neither Musk nor Bezos.
MLJ/14/12/2024/AsTheYearCloses
We Are The World
https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=bs2CG6zhpDA&t=14s
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