Who cares?
“You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.”
― Frank McCourt, Angela’s Ashes
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It haunts my memory
On his cardboard were two words:
“Who cares?”
He sat on the corner of the street
Where the Gucci store perches
Under its roof
Headless mannequins
In clothes that don’t care
Another man devoid of a home
Pushes his possessions in a cart
He yells: “Boo, poverty. Boo, get out of here.”
Us, feeling holy by the grace of work slavery,
Clear the sidewalk for him
Who cares if there are humans
Shunned
And abandoned to live
Outside of our homes
As long as my morning coffee is in my hand
And my soul continues to be sold for food and shelter
Who cares?
I am ashamed
Of taking my piece of this earth
And you tread the streets
Ambivalent
Where will you sleep tonight?
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Curious, do you care?
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It is like that here too . . so sad . . yes, we care
Very sad indeed, thanks for caring x
Nice
Thanks 🙂
I am so haunted by the homeless and feel so helpless. Your poem is poignant.
I feel helpless as well, and a little embarrassed. Thanks for reading.
Awareness through Art. Thought about this song/video when I read your poem. Keep caring.
(old song…too long???
https://youtu.be/RAogHx7Sl8k
Wow. For some reason I’ve never seen this video before. I have to admit, it made my eyes wet. Thanks for sharing.
True the world over
Never seen that video, truly inspirational and a perfect bed fellow for the poem.
Agreed, so beautiful but sad.
these poems are awesome!
Maria x
Thanks so much for stopping by x