Running this again for dVerse Poets prompt on privilege.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
Birthright
He felt it was his birthright and she felt it was hers
to only wear designer lines from underwear to furs.
Their schools were the finest. Their cars were Lamborginis.
They lunched on finest caviar and supped on steak and blinis.
Each Saturday brought manicures and plucked-out nasal hairs.
On Fridays, deep massages to tone their derrieres.
Since they never did a lick of work, they never had to hurry.
Everything was done for them. They had no cares nor worry.
When times demanded action, they sat up on their shelves
hoarding their petty worries and tending to themselves.
And when the celebrations declared the war was done,
our cloistered privileged duo came out to join the fun.
But alas they were not recognized. They didn’t know a soul.
Locked up safe in their houses, they’d had no plan nor goal
for defending all their property inherited from kin,
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Very nice work on this one. Silver Spoon Rip Van Winkles!
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For those people born into wealth, and not having worked for it, they wouldn’t know what it is to live and work in the real world. How far will their money protect them and give them privileges?
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Well, we will see, I guess.
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Reminds me of when my wife and I visited Cumberland Island off the Georgia coast where the Carnegies had built massive winter mansions over the ruins of Sea Coast cotton slave quarters. How immune to anything that family was. How much they made of nothing. How starched beyond recognition and utterly worthless to the tribe.
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Except for the libraries they left in their wake. I wonder how much philanthropy attempt to atone for guilt?
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Ah, this is so good — something received from birthright doesn’t mean that one actually needs that for a lifetime.
Well-penned! 🙂
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Thanks, Anmoi.
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Read this once….then so delighted in the rhyming and rhythms of it that I read it again out loud. In addition to a potent meaning, it is really a fun read.
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Thanks, Lillian. A second reading is a real compliment!!
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This is wonderful… and so very sad. I wonder how strange it is that we spend so much admiring the silver spoon few… in a way I feel sorry for them
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I feel sorry for those born to such a life who would like to break free of it but can’t. I don’t feel sorry for those who choose it freely.
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i see and feel a hollow shell of a life with meaningless activities to fill up time – so well written
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Thanks, Gina. I appreciate your taking the time to comment!
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