The World Is Not Fair

Early morning coffee

Saturday lies ahead, half-planned,

In front of me,

With opportunity, and

The freedom to choose

A thousand ways,

To live and use

Another of my days.

A gift of freedom

I hold by chance

Of birthplace

And national happenstance,

The product of blood

And power and race...

Simple Saturday freedom,

Not always there

For the unlucky others

Slogging-away, elsewhere...

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Revised version:  https://commonpoemsandrhymes.wordpress.com/2017/01/17/the-world-is-not-fair/