John-Ward Leighton

OUR LIVES ARE LIKE THE WIND

So many souls blowing down the street
like fall leaves.
We pass by on errands small or large
never seeing or hearing
the songs of homelessness and need
they fade into the white noise
of the city
and our apathy and indifference
to those outside our walls
are beyond the limits of our pity.
For those with a religious bent
we wonder where the mercy went.
In their delusion
the reward for good deeds
come when you are dead.
No need to do the right thing now
for no good deed goes unpunished
so we’ll just follow where we are lead.
Our lives in and of themselves mean nothing:
only our deeds live beyond our short time here.
If we refuse to do the right thing
from indifference and fear
who will sing our song?
If we cannot hear or see our sisters and brothers
or emphasize with the others
and provide shelter from the winds of hate and crime
then how would we describe our time
on this mortal coil
when hate, indifference, and crime
have taken their toil?
Or are we all like that abandoned child?
There is nothing that can hold it down
because
our lives are like the wind.

Photo ©Copyright 2007 by John-Ward Leighton
Photo ©Copyright 2007 by John-Ward Leighton