must there be a gaping wound
with flowing blood?
must our cheeks be streaked with tears?
must we stagger and fall?
then must we crawl before someone
reaches out a helping hand?
how obvious must the truth be?
how blatant the wrong?
when what is apparent is lost in the lie
we all become victims
of the desperation we seek to ignore.
for in making beggars of the desperate,
we become the ones truly in need.
January 23, 1980
©2014 Barry DeCarli