by Sandra Schmit
good and bad,
As light and dark,
the spirited, the sad.
But lately our world’s askew
Doomsayers many, hopeful few
The one percent
they nudge the world towards more hate and fear,
All in the name of Good, of course, that much is clear
Too much red, too many fads
The balance needs to be restored
I choose to think the world will not yet end
I choose to be the other one percent.