The blackened stumps
of sad neglect
stare out from cracked
and shrunken lips.
A hoarse request
for change, is inaudible
above the noise
of the traffic.
The sad smile
and extended hand
tell of her need.
Watery eyes match
the spot of spittle
hanging in the corner
of a mouth,
slack and weak.
Alone among
a million people.
Hungry 'mid
the rotting food.
A great piece, very powerful images of those who struggle to live through each day....it's frightening to even consider how anyone could survive under such circumstances - cold, alone and vulnerable. Very good
Sian
malcom this is a great poem. Years ago I worked with a group to try and get them off the street.Then the state shut down the mental hospitals and released all pts into the streets. Now there are so many.I see that my government likes to purchace bombs and give special holidays to sports players or give themselves a raise! I will point out this job was given to the churches, was commanded by GOD.But there I see decadence, golded robes, well the wealth is there to see, and they do small things like feed a few.I dont know, thought provoking poem here, sorry on any sp coffee has not made it to my fingers yet! thanks
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Malpoet
Sun 15th Feb 2009 12:34
Thanks Sian