This poem was inspired by Fandango’s word of the day, Comfortable
Comfortable
I love the word of today, comfortable
Although picking it up is like my turn at hot potato
Who do I throw it to?
Maslow?
This external world has placed us all in a position of discomfort,
When comfort is a blessing, most of the population has a difficult time dressing
When scarcity was designed by the pompous misaligned
The comfortable ones feign solace as they recline
No fresh water, minimal food, puts most in a very bad mood
My heart shrieks at the news every night, the food banks seem to be doing what’s right
As I sit in my comfortable chair, tears rolling down my cheeks, totally aware
Of the pain and disdain we all share
Of those in power who do not care
Left bereft and torn by this external world
Come November we’ll have a word
Make it your best shot
To kick those out, who are not
worthy of recompense
© Jordan Jordis Fasheh
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Indeed!!! We’ll shout it out!!!
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“Come November we’ll have a word.” Yes, and lets hope that our word will be loud and clear that things are going to be different.
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