SOCIAL COMMENTARY | ||||||||||||||||
THINGS BETTER LEFT UNSAID | ||||||||||||||||
I walk, head in a daze, unknowingly brushing a passerby. He turns and steps in my way, blocking the path, staring at me with harsh, unblinking eyes. "What's up wit dat. You come bumble'n -n- stumble'n into my hood without my permission. And pemission costs." Holding his hand out as if he was empowered to collect the tax by some obscure political agency. 'What gives you the right to block my way and demand pittance for using this walk?' "Cause I'm the shit." 'What else would come from an ass.' I bled. Some thing are better left unsaid. ============================================ |
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CORRUPTION | ||||||||||||||||
"It doesn't exist," says the politician with his hands stuffed deep in the pockets of some social advocacy group. ============================================= |
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PERSPECTIVE | ||||||||||||||||
Gunfire, bloodshed, looting. People dying for lack of food, shelter, and clothing. We send troops out to take away the guns of these oppressors in some far-off corner of the world, costing us billions of dollars and a few almost unnoticed lives of troops posing as diplomatic envoys for the righteous world. A man stands cold and alone on a street corner, holding out a rusted tin cup, forsaking his dignity in hopes of survival, as we nickel and dime him to death. BACK TO POEMS |
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