Double-Sided Coin

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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

Searching, searching

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

Drowning, drowning-

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