We must care for one another, or we die.
Easy to say. Harder to live. Here’s why –
some folk like power-play, thrive on contention
others resent being helped, as condescension
while most of those who claim they love mankind
to individual wants and needs are blind
and death will happen anyway – the fact
is it will always be a solo act.
If you have any
thoughts on this poem, Tom Vaughan would
be pleased to hear them.