balkanization

I do not see the world as fair
and dumbly follow where it may lead
who knows what urge will take us there

too many flags pollute our air
when one alone may sate the need –
I do not see the world as fair.

lives suffer by a looming scare
massaged by money, love, and mead
who knows what urge will take us there

and those with much buy tenfold care
while the starving fail to forage-feed
I do not see the world as fair

yet dancers swirl in vibrant pair
and hope remains a viable seed
who knows what urge will take us there

and justice prevails if we prepare
for good and evil both to bleed
I do not see the world as fair –
who knows what urge will take us there?