The Unfortunates Poem by Daniel P Martin

Society becomes increasingly diversified,
The contrast becomes starker with every news report.
Riches to the rich, and calories to the fat,
While the world’s unfortunates fall endlessly short.

Humanity prompts a damming effort,
A pseudo wall of love and compassion is built,
Only the unfortunates can fully appreciate the irony,
Of the rich and greedy, evoking the guilt.

Devoid of alternative, they accept the dowry,
The union of their need with the “patronising” benefit,
And so “civilised” society can rest its mind,
Bless, their cotton socks, but I’ve done my bit.

But alas, what to do, how to resolve, how to fix,
Answers? Well this is the enigma we face.
In-equity, disparity, diversity in life,
Have characterised the age of the whole human race.

Perhaps, and just maybe, there is no great answer,
No all embracing solution to placate and reassure
And perhaps, after all, that’s the way it must be,
Survival of the fittest, and no magic cure.