I wake up to feel the weight,
The weight of my soul and my heavy mind
falling down onto me as all I deal with completely
Mysterious-
Walking down the sidewalk it curves at the end
and I slink past the corner store to catch a newspaper headline
which reads and tells the story of an economy in peril.
about time i think,
dupe people out of money, bail out corporations,
so where did the billions of dollars go?
let the rich starve and tear down this gap,
no more money let it all go down the hole,
these things mean nothing to me. never brought me
happiness. then again I guess not too
many things have.
the sidewalk curves once more and under the streetlight
crackdealers and naked,
drugged,
ragged people slipping down the road into the dawn.
vicious animals, what happens next?
I saw everything around me come
crashing down, the sidewalk disappeared under my feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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