About the Author:
Being adopted at the age of three, I have a confusing background even to myself. If variety is "the spice of life," I'm gifted with abundance of taste. Maybe as a result of my shallow roots, I love to travel and experience the world from the perspective of other cultures. In turn, I love to explore the shared meanings that we humans can find together. I had the privilege of living a great deal of my earthly years in Africa and India. I see the world as my playground. I love to investigate and analyze, and this combines with my sense of personal spirituality which is very important to me.

Poetry by Brian Hodgkinson

The "Real World"?

What is the real world?
Now where do we live?
Why can't we forgive?
Seems we never learn,
Our minds like a sieve.

Some say, "We need war"
But all war is hell --
Yet peace we repel
Twisted with hatred
We're under a spell.

The real world is you,
The real world is me --
When sharing we're free --
Diverse as we are,
Can't we disagree?

Now this seems so true
That fear rules the day
"Might is right," some say
Longing for power
The BOMB is their Way.

So feud after feud
More bitter the roots
Must we be the brutes?
Or learn a new way
To deal with disputes.

We claim we're advanced
Evolved more and more --
Yet, still we depend on war
Now disconnected
Like ages before.

If this world must be
Held in check by war,
Then I do deplore
Our lack of wisdom --
The "Real World" abhor.


                               --Brian Hodgkinson


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