Seven hundred dollar haircuts, you must be mad
seventy five dollar coffee, few have gone mad

generosity makes us glad for no one should be sad
share and care now or queue to be mad

How I long for these crazy fads to vanish
gap between rich and poor makes me blue mad

sharing with each other the honourable duty
accumulation and greed spews our world gone mad

how I yearn for humanity to worship one another
sanity must be exhumed or become a hue of mad

if we let extremism rule we are indeed daft fools
foster tolerance before we ensure stark raving mad

Please hear Kate’s sincere heartfelt plea
save each other now or we’re due to drown mad

dVerse – a ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both
the pain of loss and the beauty of love in spite of that pain


  1. I didn’t know it was possible to spend so much on a coffee…. on a haircut, I can imagine it can though not sure why that haircut is any better than any other.
    Generosity can be with everything. Money, time, space…

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  2. I was reading Sadje’s comment and your response. It is true romance and depression are the most popular topics but we must write what we want to. Very innovative use of the ghazal form to put across your point Kate. Your words always resonate with me. 🙂

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  3. Wonderfully spun, Kate my dear! It is so wrong that such a huge lifestyle gap lives between the richest of rich and poorest of poor. Though I think luxury isn’t int monetary pleasures that so many seek, rather, it’s in time with friends and family, building a sense of community, reaching out to those in help and doing the simple things. 🙂 ❤

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  4. 🙂 “how I yearn for humanity to worship one another…”
    If only this could be so…instead of people worshiping everything else, and worshiping themselves. 😦
    Excellent message, Kate!
    Love the reduce greed sign!

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  5. And then you make the form work as protest poetry as two others before you did. It’s most effective. I like the words you chose. There is an acceleration as the poem goes on as if we were speeding to an untimely end

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