So easy to castigate
the men who freely avail themselves
of the world's bounty.
Contempt arises.
Scorn fills our hearts
(what a misuse of the heart's capacity).
But then we widen the lens of our viewing
and acknowledge our own part in this business
of reaping without sowing.
Too late, perhaps, for a one-to-one reckoning
(I sow, I tend, I reap).
But still plenty of time to sow, sow, sow
in recompense (restitution?) for
what we have already, undeservedly, reaped.
Let the sowing begin.
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