Opulency vs Peasantry

I remember watching BBC World News America as Prince George, that’s George Cambridge escorted by his father, Prince William, Duke of Cambridge, second in line of succession to the British throne, being escorted to his first day of school, on the very same broadcast, a Rohingya Muslim boy about the same age laid on a blanket under a burning sun, belly swollen from hunger, the contrast could not have been more extraordinary. Of course, everyone can claim to know that life is not fair, fair to the opulent wishing for more time spent with parents, fair to the peasant under class in society, wishing for a clean glass of cool water to drink. Both washes seemly so simple to grant and yet so far apart as to be placed on the moon, or in some never ever land, but it’s that very wishing that will be driving both boys as they grow into manhood, the Rohingya, in a not so certain future, the boy king, a little more of a certainty, whose paths may never actually cross but somehow their fate wishes will, in that never ever land on some distant moon in the sky where wishes go to, waiting to be called home…if they ever are…