karma is not the bitch here

karma is something humans thought of
when they had evil people to curse
whose bellies only grew fatter
whose riches only grew vaster
whose loved ones only inherited millions

evil people who watched others suffer
who knowingly wreaked havoc in lives
in lives of single mothers with broken children
then later in the lives of those broken children

these people watched as others starved
others close to them could not eat or drink
who were close to dying when they finally
finally threw them out

they threw them out and they watched
as those souls spent their last breaths in this world
asking for help from anyone who would glance their way
strangers who did not know the first thing about them

karma is something humans thought of
when they saw these strangers who would help
help people they did not know
creatures left for dead by the side of a crowded city road

karma is something many wish for
they may not know what it's called
or that they are wishing for it

but at some point in everyone's life they, see what i am talking about:

a bag of bones, with the deepest, most warm and loving eyes in the world
bones which have been left twice:
once on the road, another time in her new home
by her adopted mother and brother
someone she trusted with her life

those eyes were bright when they left the clinic
they returned a little less bright
and now they are fighting to remain open

those strangers i spoke of cry at her bedside
and watch as another stranger's blood
is filtered into her system

her adopted mother does not answer our calls anymore

all i can see when i sleep these days is those eyes
warm, brown and big, looking at me like i am an angel
looking at everyone she meets, like they are her saviour
no matter how many needles they prod her with

all i see are those eyes and those bones
less than 40 pounds of skin and protruding bones

her eyes are dimmer today
and her mother still does not care

it maybe the 21st century
do you see why humans think about karma even now?