Your morning coffee

I walk in a world of inequities. Born of a generational rot. The roots run deep and spread invasively. Covering all that resist.

I swim in a sea of prejudices. The waters, fed by polluted streams, running from lands that quench the thirst of their young with it’s virus.

I breathe the air of hatred. Exhaled into existence by all peoples. Like smokestacks from factories, the plumes spread. Dark and dirty, it seeks to permeate my soul with it’s disease.

Less we are able to fight against such an onslaught. Those that are, flee to pockets of freedom. Small islands of prosperity and easy living. Turning the blind eye to all that surrounds.

Sipping their morning coffee of entitlement.