The World From Above

At a distance I see the magnificence and beauty of the earth
it pulls me in, swallowing me whole
the rolling waves breaking on the dusty sands
the thundering mountains reaching to the sky
I’m hovering above and growing closer
but the image I saw before was distorted with distance
this is not the same beauty I once saw
I turn to fly away but a glimpse of a boy stops me entirely
this young boy - working in the fields
in the beating bask of the sun,
covered in mud, sweating
working for those pennies that give him a small bit of hope
maybe enough to save his sick mother
roles reversed, child caring for parent
I feel sickness and sorrow as I reach out to help
but no help is received as the boy goes on to bury his mother two days later
I cry tears of mourning and I fly away
far away from this horrible place, that I once thought was beautiful
but what I didn’t see was that boy grow up,
grow up to be a leader
a spokesperson against child labour
saving lives with his powerful words of experience
saving lives for his mother, who couldn’t be saved then
saving those who now can be.
i fly away
hoping to find some peace in this world
some sort of sign that it wasn’t completely evil
but then I come across a father being shot
shot by mistake from gang violence
and the young girl, his little princess, his love
sitting near, watching on
as her father, her protector
takes his last breath.
i feel so lost
so out of control
can i do nothing to stop these events
is there is no good in this world for me to see?
so far gone from rebirth and love
so corrupt
but i didn’t stay long enough to watch that little girl grow up
grow up to be one of Mexico’s best known detectives
fighting for the justice her father did not receive
the justive she wants the world to hold
placing criminals behind bars
I did not see that girl restore hope within her small community
the hope that I was so sure was lost
now I know
life is never easy and will never be without pain
but the things that come from the pain and sacrifices
are the most beautiful of all
they are what make the world so magnificent
I understand now, that even I, watching on
flying from above
have my own journey
full of paind and sacrifices
and my own lessons to be learnt
I understand now
that the world
really is beautiful