Let’s make some changes

Can we get rid of borders

Guns and money?

I feel panic slip in

The fissures between thoughts.

Numbers on a spreadsheet,

My exactly lacking worth.

That’s what I fear

Not bears or cancer.

Numbers only tell me

How much I can’t give

To the hungry and alone.

So take down borders

Let the people come

I’ll feed them all

With infinite wealth.

Ignorance might not be bliss

But it just may fill a mouth.

– Vagabond Prophet