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Apathy


  You google lavish Porsche sipping Latte,
    plump fingers scrolling fancy images,
      thermostat stuck at a fixed temperature,
        you glower at the assistant for pending checkup,
          awaiting deals of millions to boast with greed.
           Pulse rate soars with flickering prices,
             you yell at your screen, "It sucks!"

        I wish you'd googled the phrase
          and know what really sucks.

      A boy who spent years at the crematorium
         witnessing teary families among pools of churned corpses,
            on morose blue nights with howling wolves
              vultures screeching for food in a desolate barren forest
           now the unnamed body hit by your car--
      a word for your ignorance, your insensitivity.

         That man in your office spent years slogging for you
            to find an abode for his family, pay his bills in peace;
              sighing under indebted loans couldn't afford the lawsuit
                you'd filed against him for creating an old age home
                 at the land you'd always wanted
                crumbling under your tyranny, died last week,
             his family now stranded in this city--
         a word for your indifference, your insanity.
       
            They haven't use that word
               they know what really sucks.

          You've signed a deal for millions 
             with those in dictating power
          of weapons, drugs and tools, 
            spewing hazardous venom indeed
          to people in every country,
            you celebrate this victory,
          a masked Red dragon awakens;
              yet when wars are waged
          calamities descend on lands
              diplomats express fake condolences
          you'll join them in charades
             vile progressions to paint in red
         the world with blood-soaked money,
             laughing at those who suffer--
          a word for your monstrosity.

          You keep your fingers crossed and wish for an antidote to cure
            burning lands afar in greed; your thermostat and Porsche
              could save you until then but honey do you ever wonder
                what would you say when flames drape your paradise
                  and you believe it sucks; it really does..


August 12, 2020

It sucks Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 8/12/2020 11:47:00 AM
You have an empathy for the poor that shines with these words. With great gifts come great responsibility, including using wealth to assist those in need. Well stated, my friend, I think this should do well ~ John
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