Who are we, who bicker over charity and good will
Making it political instead of personal – a moral creed?
Who are we, to scorn ancient wisdoms
And place hope in Presidents or politicians or fools?
Who are we, who look for cosmic medicine
To heal a spiritual disease?
Who are we, too stubborn to bend and too righteous
To thirst for peace and find our common ground?
Who are we and who among us would not spend freely
When one among us needs a helping hand?
Who are we, who doesn’t reach a point where
The spending must stop and money isn’t really the answer anyway?
Who are we, that substitute a personal touch
With a text instead?
Who are we and what have we become?
We are not the same as we imagine.
We are slipping away from who we are.
And I refuse to be who we are!