the flap of a tent flies open.
Inside a couple huddles together for warmth.
On a white sandy beach in the tropics,
the linen flap of a cabana sways to a warm breeze.
A relaxed couple receives a massage for two.
In the Congo violence causes people to flee homes,
a makeshift tent barely covers a family of ten.
A camp filled with the hungry wait for a food delivery.
The table is set with china plates and gourmet cuisine,
A gauzy tent shields the African sun from the elegant setting.
A group returns from their escorted safari to a hearty meal.
The platoon leader signals his troops to invade,
canvas tents contain ammunition for various weapons.
The battalions look over a hill deciphering friend from foe.
A ruptured tent of humanity rips open,
the vast dichotomy shames me.
Pamela D. Hirte grew up in Florida where she lived in St. Augustine. She later moved to the Midwest to earn a Master’s degree in Business Administration. She is a poet and Master Gardener and likes to spend her time outdoors writing poetry or weeding. Hirte has been published in the UK Poetry Library, the Kentucky State Poetry Society Journal Pegasus, Literary Orphans and her work will appear in the Spring 2014 issue of the Milo Review. Today, Hirte lives in Ohio with her husband, and two sons.