You like to say we are all one—
there is no Us, no Them—but
I must beg to differ.
We lock our doors and windows.
They endure unimaginable danger.
We are seldom hungry.
They are often famished.
We are sheltered from the elements.
They are exposed to extremes.
We feel at home in the world.
They roam in an infinite wilderness.
We are confident that our children
will enjoy the liberty we espouse.
They see us drag theirs away,
lose them, mock them, watch them
die, unprotected, uncomforted.
So, don’t tell me you see no difference
between Us and Them, when, clearly,
we are not the same at all.
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Dezső Czigány, Still-life with Apples and Oranges (1910), oil on canvas
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