There are no arms
There is no face
I'm sitting here
My beau in the void
I work and type
He lives in Europe
Asia
Africa
I answer calls
He saves children from flash floods
Gives immunizations
Tackles 6'5" men in silver tights.
There are no arms
There is no face.
There's a computer
A keyboard
And me.


Comments: 12
That was an amazing poem with so much power that I couldn't stop reading.
You illustrate the dilemna of the ones left behind when men (or women) go out and try to help the world.
I'll have to think about this very deeply.
I saw the Constant Gardener mentioned by Visionairie. Waht got to me was not really the story but the backdrops. The teeming masses of poverty stricken helpless hopeless people.
I live in Africa and I know that much much more than individul help here and there is required. One should begin with limiting the birthrate. In that movie you ee that there i no food and no firewood. It's all been chopped doewn and a desert is being created in front of their eyes
I'm asking you this, with deadly earnest, Kira, should your beau not come home and help plan the whole altruistic plan an a large scale, with a full realistic vision and lots and lots of finances and staff.
Then you could go with him and work side by side with him.