World-Watching Wordsmith

I ought to look out of a window
Rather than stare at this bare wall.
A window perhaps can show
Me the world at large. But all
This wall appears to do is stare
Back at me, looking inside
My mind, and seems to dare
Me to write and not to hide
Or quit.
So now I sit
Where I can see humanity,
Wars, sorrow, death and disaster,
Anger, misery and profanity.
Is this any better than looking at plaster?

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