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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.

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Kp Nunez

Date: 3/25/2015 3:36:00 AM

Chilling, but very true. This is one affective write, sire. More so in my country...you know the 20/80 wealth spread on population ratio? I think it has worsened...Thank you for sharing this. A 7. Hugs! Kim :)

David Brown
Date: 3/28/2015 11:58:00 AM

Thank you Kim, it is a sad world at times for most, but some are not lucky enough to have even the briefest respite from their suffering.