Awareness?
Existence?
Interaction?
Emotion?

Stopping by this edge,
To smell the spring roses,
In the far distance, commotion,
Carneries dancing in a pond;

Gloomy looking workers,
Slunking off to site,
Tired looking eyes,
Forcing reluctant legs along;

Sprightly children,
Dancing off to school,
Shiney brown sandals,
Stomping dirt roads;

The many governed by a few,
Grains stored up for the few,
Poverty and sorrow for the many,
The little, always available for the many;

Tiny speck, unseen,
Huge beast, terror to the eye,
Soft, fluffy, pleasant to the touch,
Odoriferous, prickly avoided by all;

Black people wake up one morning,
To white people on their shore,
Four hundred years later, across the sea,
Mixed race people face discrimination;

Terrible claws swooping in from above,
Little furry friend darting around for bits of this and that,
Unbeknownst calamity bearing down on silent wings,
Delivered just before the next available hiding place.