Monday, 14 October 2013


I'm a number on  a form
I'm a check on a census sheet

They give me food
But little else for me to eat

My brain will rot
Long before my naked feet

Nobs I drag as I run far away
Along  the paved city streets

What is it you see
When you stop and look at me?

Dirty clothes?
Shattered hopes?
Or a hungry mouth to feed?

I go nowhere because
I'm shackled to the need

I take all they give
But don't think it is from greed

They keep me this way
To do another civic deed

I can break the glass in the ceiling
But the shards will still enclose me

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October 14, 2013/ POVERTY