The Window

Looking out... I see
a buzzing bee,
A lilac in full bloom,
and the grass as green can bee.

Looking out...she sees
barren land,
a life of hunger,
tears of struggle,
and hears the army tanks like thunder.

Looking out...he sees,
glass towers
roof tops,
smoke stacks
and the streets filled with pressed slacks.

A window into the world is not always a pretty sight.