Metaphysics of Nick Callaghan, Danny Archer, and the Third World

There's something amiss
in the world, and sometimes
people pay attention to it.

Some people are living
just to survive.
Some people are living
as if there's no hope.
Some people are living
for that next meal,
just like your mother
always told you.

They're starving,
and I don't
understand why.

I get that their
governments, their
armies, are terrible
and all that.

I get that trouble
and need have been
in their way.

I don't understand
how even if we
make constant appeals
and adopt their babies
and just make a relief
for a day, it
continues.

What is it
that makes Ellah
forsake a continent?

Life began there, yes?
Must life persist
in misery
like a metaphor
to punish us all?

Their lives are our lives
and a reflection
and a distortion
and everything
that can go wrong
and nothing
that can go right.

Where is the culture?
Culture, as I
understand it,
is the way we
break through,
find our own reality,
and in that way,
lift ourselves up
from the things
we could not change.

I think if you want
to save a third world
(if they must be
removed, even
metaphorically,
and that first world found),
you help them find
themselves. They must be
reminded
they're human.

To be human
is to be divine,
the engine of creation,
which is the arts.

Ellah is a renaissance man,
he knows many trades,
made the wings,
calculated the smile.

Living like a refugee
can't be easy,
but you can sing
your blues away.

We must be at the point
now that if we can't join
politically, then we can
through the only
common language,
which is song,
which is story,
which is art.

I think if
there is
a New World,
it must be found
there,
the new Rome,
found in
the New Fade,
found in time.

We'll reach it.