Mining Their Misery

Shattered are the dreams of the wanting, as they live in their broken homes Bodies wracked with pain, spirits crushed as they live out those wasted lives Accumulations of sorrow, all these and more, in the tailing pond of society as we mine the misery of our most vulnerable and sorely damaged brethren Yet, how we can avert our cold and flinty eyes so easily from these souls as we grub in their pockets for the meagre pennies they bring to spend in hopes for a quick flight to their personal, but inevitably unreachable, heavens And as they fall back to earth from another failed attempt to reach the stars that live only in their eyes, we coldly collect the toll and add it to the coffers to be disbursed for the public good. Sleep well, fellow citizens, sleep well.