Poem: Bliss is ignorance

[armyowalgreens]

Art is something the safe enjoy
The needy want
And the destroyed avoid

How can I marvel at the strokes on a canvas
When a woman lies beside her dying child as the rebels pillage her land?

How can I sip my cup of coffee
When disease ravages entire nations?

How can I complain about money
When I know there are men barely surviving from one day to the next?

How can I live happy
When I know that such sadness exists in the world?

Does our happiness suffer blows from evil?
Or are they the same thing?

We surround ourselves with light
So that we may escape the darkness.

Yet does that light not make the darkness more penetrating?

I do not know.

I do know that I will never fully enjoy the world
While others are subjected to such horrors.

I do know that the only true joy is hidden inside humanity
Rooted in good will and brotherhood