I was fine ’til she called, her voice full of stress
“I just read the paper,” she said,
“And the world is a mess!
Our healthcare system is up the creek
Floods have ravaged Mozambique.
The turtle is history. They’re still killing whales
Crime is rampant so we’re building more jails
And I read about that African nation
Where AIDS is killing a whole generation!
Some see the world as their own Utopia
I think they suffer from a case of Myopia
I have to close down now; I’ve no time to spare
I have a lunch date and I must do my hair.
The world’s full of sorrow,
What more can I say?
I’ll call you tomorrow.” she said
“Have a nice day!”
Geraldine Forer Spagnoli
