There are
parents losing children and children losing parents, yet we are planning on how
we can make money on reconstruction after destruction. We are middle class.
There are
wives losing husbands and women raped, yet we are patiently planning on how we
should grow great. We are middle class.
There are
those exalting in power in taking away a life, yet we are powerless to perform anything
more than our selfish strife. We are middle class.
We can read
about war on a daily basis till we are numbed by the numbers, and we can piously
pretend that it will never happen here. We are middle class.
Turn the
other cheek, look away, its none of your business. What is a disaster can be
profitable to someone. Just turn the page of your paper. After all, you’re only
middle class.
You didn’t
pay to read this, you don’t need to ever come back. Just quietly go back to
your search for more information indigestion. It is the lot of the middle
class.
What can we
do, what could possibly be done? The answer is sitting in your heart. But can
you listen? Can you be proud to be middle class?
Slow down,
work less.
Share your
work with someone else.
Give him an
identity
Let him
make money
And join in
the pride of the middle class.
A.A.
