The Greatest Irony

In the greater scheme of things is it important

What you wear tomorrow morning,

Or whether the bees go extinct,

Or even that some power-hungry politician might

Press that little red button?

Does it matter much

That right now in some corner of the world

A baby is crying for his Mother,

Unheard?

Is it really such a tragedy that children

The world over starve,

While young girls sell their bodies

To line the pockets of old men?

Should we care if we hear

Of a murder here

Or a rape there

While neither there nor here

There is even a drop of peace

To be found in any human heart?

It is only when one is beyond

The need for help

That one can truly help another.

And only then will we see that truly – nothing matters.

It certainly doesn’t matter much if you share or comment,

but if you choose to do so, it’d be nicer than nice.