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She brought her carriage to the car parked next to me in the Walmart “pick up” row, turning she breaks into sobs, surprising me, waiting for my common good
“There aren’t enough of us in there, there are so many of them…” and more sobs, leaving me meditating, waiting for my common good
“He’ll come back and save us, she says with a gleam”
I then realize what she is stating, waiting for my common good
I am sorry to disagree, I don’t believe that will be the case.
If he does come back, there’ll be more hating, waiting for our common good
My package was delivered and loaded, I thanked the young man, closed my vehicle and began relocating, waiting with my common good
She is standing still, lost somewhere. I start my vehicle
But can't move until she does, it's frustrating, waiting for my common good
II
She starts unloading her carriage, I get out to help
Frustration to action translating, liberating our common good
I helped, lifting her last bag from the cart, placing it next to the others, then reached for the cart indicating, relocating the common good
Bumper sticker aside, there was another way to take her comment "he'll come back", restating, narrating the common good
The world is in turmoil, disaster screams in all the headlines
We can keep hydrating, deflating for the common good
I do maintain hope that together we can figure this out
Many of us came here migrating, fixating on the common good
We can put aside the differences the media and social apps
Exaggerate to the nth degree, inflating, debating the common good
We can find within us the source, the love, that conquers all
And go about collating, creating for the common good
