The Plagues of Our Day

The blind man waited, at the intersection, for someone to help him cross the busy boulevard... and he was accustomed to live in twilight, fumbling for a hand on his right; and he finally found mine! Judge humanly...not pettily, you could be in that situation and feel abandoned and helpless, unless somebody extends compassion and lends that hand in time of need; only human love can render a good deed! The orphan girl recognizes a greed so mundane, her body has grown, so has her world's view; that person who abandoned her at the orphanage when icy rain pelted against the foggy windows, was her own mother that refused to knock on the front door! She still feels unwanted, unloved and rejected by who, for some shameful reason, dropped her off and was gone into the dreary autumn's night to forget her despair! Judge the pain...not the circumstance that impels a misguided heart to err; beneath an appearance of denial, there's a certain humanity we can't conceive, and what prompts us to act in unreasonable and strange ways, is still not quite understood by all; all we can perceive is the guilt we can't bear, and the resentful restlessness which shortens this very existence! The elderly woman, sitting in an old wheel-chair, waits at the traffic light as the whisking wind brushes her frizzy and gray hair; the sunken-cheeked lady is the regular beggar, whose life has never been mellow, but full of tragedy and sorrow! Her frail voice is not insincere, but thankful and kind... when I hand her a dollar out of my car's window! Judge fairly... that could be you standing there, or someone you love; fate can be changed if we dare... we assert truths without clarity and condemn unjustly! Let's take the mendicant's place, at the same corner, and beg all day; wouldn't we be humiliated, be scorned or even be ignored by the glances of passerby that regard us not as their friend? The run-away teenager with lots of make-up, looks like a madam out of a brothel, who tries to hide her identical age by smiling at strangers... and her trade is that of an inexperienced gal, unprotected and exposed to many dangers; and it might cost her life...that's already a living hell! Judge not too harshly...when facts aren't known, and the only assumption rests with our pity; along the side of the street there are many eyes that weep, eager to return home, to a home that was so warm and cozy! And the lucky ones will make until dawn, others will not open their eyes, but eternally sleep! THE PLAGUES OF OUR DAY The blind man with a steel cane stooped and waited for someone to help him across the busy boulevard; he felt warm sunlight, and wished his sight back without living in darkness, then he saw a glimpse of that light when he was touched by my kindness. The orphan girl wants to escape, but she is afraid to venture in the outside world still feeling unwanted, unloved and shivering unable to shield herself from the cold. On many rainy nights, she sits by her barred window recalling her frail mom fleeing into the Autumn dreary night, and inside she longs for caresses to begin the healing. Another teenager, hustles in the dangerous streets of night...she barely can walk on high heels, but she endures pain for gain; her home was blessed with good parents, but she rebelled and ran away... she has no choice but sell her body...what will she attain? Lend a hand to anyone in time of need, only human love renders a good deed; How can we help abandoned babies and run-away and get rid of all the plagues of our day that infest society?