The People Die

The people die, and yes we’ve noticed
Yet our participation is simply to share
The tragic stories and reports
Of those killed by those who dare
– Maybe if our goodness dared just as much or more the reports would be different

The people die, and yes of hunger
Yet we discuss more than we feed
As we stuff our mouths and get fatter
And do very little for those in need
– Maybe if our hearts were as big as our appetites more would eat

The people die, and they pray too
Wondering why there are no answers
Not knowing that to free people
Comfort, not love, is what truly matters
– Maybe if we loved and became their answers to prayers they would believe

The people die and I’m content
To chase MY dreams, MY comfort, ME
Labeling them as blessings, as they are
But damning the way of others with that same me
– Maybe we should content ourselves with less comforts and be more discontented with injustice and inequality

The people die and I live
Among personal waste and excess
I’m full of empty sympathy and opinion,
A pledge of faith with actions faithless
– Maybe I am writing a worthless poem

About the Author

David Bonifacio Husband, Father, CEO of Bridge, Managing Director of New Leaf Ventures. #DB

Discussions from the Community.
  1. Viva says:

    What you do isn’t worthless when your words inspire. Keep feeding the people with inspiration 🙂

  2. biyahenglangit says:


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