If you give someone nothing but terrible choices, he will surely make one. |
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Terrible ChoicesI’m told if you give someonenothing but terrible choices he will surely make one and the evidence is piling up The choice of continued hatreds or agonizing wars And yet they say that war is merely failed diplomacy, even though the diplomats too often live in the comfort of another country What does that mean? It means I remember a time when the world was carved up by the rich and powerful And like a sliced thanksgiving bird, They laced it together for serving and it’s all begun to fall apart on the platter, feeding no one The powerful needed no advice as to the menu After all, it was their dinner party and metaphor will do for the powerless Can’t make that mistake again Surely not and so, it’s back to the table and the hosts have changed a bit as the wealth and power dances to slightly different tunes But some things seem so much the same Once more these disparate ethnic guests will have no choice over who will serve and who will eat It’s such a bother for the wealthy laying out the silver and linens and the glistening crystal of terrible choices |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |