poems by Donald James Dolby
This World Is Not My Home
This world is not my home
This world of greed and money,
Ambition is no god to me
When ambition means to tread
On others to achieve success.

Success, success, what a mess
This world has become because
"The top" is where you are told
You have to be
No where else will do.

Top, bottom, black, white,
Right, left, skilled, unskilled,
Why do we divide
This world into its segments
In this unnecessary way.

There must be somewhere
A world for you and me
Where other values rule
Perhaps one day I'll find
This world to call my home.

Notes :-
High Wycombe, 1987