Bootstraps

“Pick yourself up by your bootstraps”

Said the man in the golden seat.

The child looked down looking for straps

but only saw bare feet.

“Pick yourself up by your bootstraps”

Said the woman covered in pearls.

The man looked down, saluted the space

where his legs once felt the hurt.

“Pick yourself up by your bootstraps”

Said the pompous working grad.

The elderly lady looked down in shame

her memory had long gone bad.

“Pick yourself up by your boot straps”

I often hear THEM say

until THEIR straps are no longer there

and THEY begin to pray.

“Pick yourself up by your bootstraps.”

“But I was not born with any.”

“Well here, my friend, take my straps

and pass it along to many.”

Your Heaven, Their Hell

In your heaven, dinner is served.
In their hell, hunger pains keep them unnerved.
In your heaven, doors stay unlocked.
In their hell, boundaries are mocked.
In your heaven, a child runs free
In their hell, a caged bird dreams of a tree
In your heaven, the sky is clear
In their hell, bombs rain down on fear
In your heaven, your neighbor is like you
In their hell, prejudice and racism ring true
In your heaven, time is but time
In their hell, days are spent¬†avoiding death’s chime
In your heaven, life is but a dream
In their hell, struggle is the theme.
In your heaven, god is good
In their hell, why are their prayers misunderstood?

In your heaven, a blindfold is worn.
So not to see, it’s in their hell, where your heaven was born.