Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, May 20, 2011

Help Wanted

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Families living in cars
Men sleeping on heating grates
     with newspaper blankets
Weary women begging for quarters
     so their children can eat
Fighting with dogs and rats for scraps of food
Nameless, faceless nobodies
Wandering the land of milk and honey
Stepping in sticky, dried puddles of beer and urine
Looking for streets paved with gold
Dying on streets covered with blood

submitted for May Poetry Challenge, unemployment, at Verse in a Nutshell


Christine said...

Very sad imagery, disillusionment on a sidewalk, so profound.

Krislin Neo, Ting (Syracuse Pike) said...

It is saddening about such way to 'life' exist... *sigh*

darev2005 said...

And all of us are only one unfortunate turn of events from the same fate. Scary.

patcegan said...

Powerful statement of our indifference or even repulsion to the suffering of others. Wonderful poem, as always! Hugs, pat