The Privileged Few

Those benefitting from privilege
Think they have it rough.
They’re about as bad as
Kicking, screaming infants

Being dragged by their mother
Down a shopping isle,
Bursting with sobs
And decorated with tears.

“We have rights!”
“I want this, I want that.
Gimme, gimme, gimme!”
“No, you don’t need that!”

“Now, be quiet and stop crying,
Or I will call your father,
And he can deal with you!”
Peace, peace, peace!

We have what we need,
We have what we want,
We have many things
We take for granted

Or that we don’t want
And don’t appreciate.
How have you been blessed
In ways that you don’t even

Think about?
Aren’t we all just little kids
Pitching a fit,
As God tries to mop up our mess?

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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