Open

I'm tired of only talking

when the future doesn't wait

for you and I to decide it's time

to take the world head-on

We all agree that famine's awful

and that starving people die

but it doesn't feed one single child

as we place our reservations

since no one wants to wait

Innocence trolls the darkest night

and never truly sleeps

simply because we feel disgusted

by the fact that men can play with her

all night for just a quarter

Homeless children bathe in mud

and dress in cast-off rags

because we have to buy new shoes

to match our manicures

Disease goes on a killing spree

leaving widows and orphans behind

all because we can't stop fighting

over who deserves insurance

or which doctor we prefer

The door is open where you stand

and the world awaits your entrance

will you offer what you can

or pretend to cry and run?

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Prompt: You're standing in a doorway. (from A Writer's Book of Days)