Arms reach out to us from other continents and our own. Would we not be so preoccupied by an arms race that we might embrace these children of different races with love? I see faces laced with tears, fraught with fears; I cannot countenance the human hate that abets, not abates, this terror. Is it simply human error that we are more concerned with pork- belly futures than the future of children with inflated bellies in distant, and not-so-distant, places? Or do we mean to be mean? It disgusts me that this misery flourishes. We nourish our inflated sense of self-importance; and we export what is of no import.
Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.