Living A Life of Conflict

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We say we would walk a mile in their shoes, but would we?
If they were not designer, really, could we?
If we knew when they took them off, their feet were blistered and malformed,
Would we stop and give pause to the ludicrous thought,
At the fear of becoming forlorn?

We tell them we’ll carry them in our prayers, but do we?
As if our token “God bless” will secure them a victory;
As they war with dark thoughts that dance in their heads,
And dangle helplessly from a barren thread,
We bask in our favor as with death, they make a desperate decree.

We claim that fame is vile and unimportant,
Yet we scrap each day to obtain what we feel our due portion;
Determined to fight our impoverishment,
We gamble our winnings to yet again win,
As greed quietly instructs, our positions become distorted.

We desire to be used and are anxious to receive our assignments,
But we fail to see that first, we must become blinded;
To be willing to crawl although we can walk,
To have vision to see what we never before saw;
To be big is to become small enough to stand in a position of guidance.

– Tina Allen