Behind trump's door:
the rich get richer,
while all other people,
our fellow creatures
and the planet suffer,
as two inflated egos
play Who'll Hit the Button First?
Behind the door of climate change:
hurricanes, floods, wildfires,
a warming ocean, melting poles,
mass extinctions, human and animal
climate and political refugees -
all living things
struggling to survive.
Behind the third door:
our hope for a miraculous
uprising of the people everywhere,
a transformation of global consciousness,
that is simply taking too long.
Never have I seen portals
When I saw Susan's prompt at Midweek Motif: Doorways, I was thinking about the story I read in high school about two doors, written by Frank Stockton in 1882. Behind one door was a beautiful lady. Behind the other was a tiger. Which one would the hero choose, not knowing which was which? I got to thinking about the doorways humankind is choosing now, and got so discouraged I didn't know whether to post this or not. But it is all I could come up with. Gah. My apologies. Sometimes hope doesnt float.