The Vanity Of Human Wishes Poem by David Wood

What a soft life we have with
Computers, social media and
Smart phones hosting our bank
Accounts and access to the web,
Our cars, the convenience of life.
How did we ever survive!

Sitting in a Bedouin tent in the
Negev sipping tea made from a pot
On a log fire, a camel for transport.
Or walking through the Zanzibar
Bush to a village of mud huts with
A single tap.Yes, I've been there.

We hide behind the ugly veil of
Affluence, it never was beautiful.
Our stiff ordered lives an illusion
Of happiness, wealth a badge of
Success, of treading on the poor
To climb that greasy pole.

It can all change just as quickly as
The climate can, then we'll not be like
Bedouin in the desert but more like
Sheep in fog.