All of us measure in equal parts
Yet still, we do not all equal in measure
Who are you who strolls by
Brushing the shoulders of your fellows each passing day?
Looking upon the few
Depicting your view of rational
One by one, in your army of normality
"Searching for the truth." You proclaim, with your Stetson smiles
Your charity, their reality, is upheld within your turtleneck lies
There 'they', the other ones crouch,-alone
There 'they', the other ones wander,-lost
Their cries can be heard
But only through the echoes of their tears
Searching for the map!
The map you hold blindly before them each day
They wear hunger like leprosy
The disease, decorates their identity
Becoming more contagious-
By your reason, of reason
They wear loneliness like a black veil
Hiding their agony to become, YOU
Each passing day, more transparent
While you blanket their necessity with a smile
Cell phones still sing
Voices still squawk
Compassion cries of their suicide on angel's whispers
-suffered sighs that ride within the winds cry
Cover your Listerine bathed mouth;
As they cough a cough, of black ill
Hold your eyes', cover them well;
For to look upon their face, means you must feel
Pinch your nose tight;
You see, a rose by any other name,
May bring you obligation-
To reach, to touch, to bleed your dollar bills
The veins which pulse your coded pride,
Is where you find your common kind
The beautiful ones, you are- all shiny and new
The style of ambition, 'on sale now!'
Discard last years Kashmir scarf, and angora sweater
Wrap them in a box-marked 'X'!
Let them eat your scraps, and wear your garbage, for their Sunday best
-You have done them well
Decorate your walls, with your college degrees
Your Bachlors. Your Masters. Your collage to be free.
As they hold their credentials, on a cardboard sign-
'WILL WORK FOR FOOD!' In black ink inscribed
You claim, if you give, they'll just use it to drink
But what would you do with two dollars
-no home, and a BA in pain?
A penny saved, is a penny earned
So drop your spares, and make their cups 'ching'!
They say 'Thank You', bearing their cross, like Christ;
Yet it is your cup that runneth over
Drink your promotion, eat the feast-
Remember, you have been blessed
Mean while, wretch'd low in a gutter suit, their bellies growl before the bite
Their innards feeding on itself for a treat
"Those bleeding-heart liberals! They don't have a clue! Profit margins will plummet, from needless expense!" You scoff, with fine wine laced breath
While WE, the martyrs clean up your mess-
Securing your tax deductible blindfolds.
The church is full, little clones tucked neatly in a row
Tithe your seed-investment you sow!
"Ten times the return!" The preacher does sing
Yet from outside the stone walls,
Can you not hear the abandoned scream!
All rosy to service you attend,
To relieve your conscience
You righteous soldiers-
'Come Ye' with your saint costumes and hide;
For the battle to survive marches on,
-outside the wrought-iron gate
Grit and dirt becomes their cleanser,
A shower of filth, before they tuck in tight
Tomorrow's dawn shall bring a sunset of hopelessness,
As you wake, and get your Star Bucks on!
You mustn't be late!
Watch your step, as their shoeless feet litter your way
Grab the Tribune, can't miss the stock news!
But please, be careful not to tear the page-
For in the cold, dead of night,
President Obama's face shall become their blanket
-And the headline screams- Time For Change!
No more grass to cushion naked feet,
The park is off limits, it is for your view, you see
-As they may spread 'awareness eye disease'.
Sweet, sweet summer- rays of heat rise off concrete
Take your plastic shots of Gatorade-success doesn't sweat
They lay in thirst, and watch your Nikes' pass quick
"Water is free." Aloud you think, as you look at 'the pathetic' lining the street
But not in the land of the lost;
Where twenty-five cents for the cup, is the reply they hear with their attempts to stay alive
Who are YOU who strolls by-
Ignorant to famine
Ignorant to the neglect?
-Your truth has adjured
And the tears of humanity, continue to bleed-
Although, deeply masked, with your self-righteous pollution!
And the sun continues to grace light upon ALL of us-
...even, the Forgotten Ones!