Unfinished

UNFINISHED These streets mistreat one hundred degrees in the heat rode past said a prayer lying on the pavement was the new wretched of the earth, so caste down nothing left but death. All them with nowhere to be. Not allowed at bus-stops or on park bench. Emergency room huh no care zone not even Obama care. No walking on pavement while impoverished. no urgent pooping or walking on grass. No soliciting tissue to wipe their derriere – No water no roof- no soil... 100 degrees on the cement. Most alone -Few with someone Lying on bare ground – Mate stretched out on her back- She in an odious state White woman, with black man He tenderly rubbing her like a favorite pet. Let’s not speak of the stench, that foul air that attacks nostrils and eyes. Not even soap. Could quell the smell. People cross to the other-side. dare not bear witness to the offensive odors. No air, nor breeze gives relief, not one clean breath or inhalation, Hot pavement and stale air make you heave on these Streets. Mistreatment of those detested, barely they breathe. as they reached their safe haven, in front of that building. A shelter that’s reached capacity, no entrance. God forbidden streets, continue to mistreat, no loitering. Passer byes making the sign of the cross, as they cross the street. Uttering “but for the grace of God there go I” Seems like Mockery and blaspheme. Do those outstretched not also deserve God’s grace? The righteous strut past hurriedly, without concern of Karma. Feeling better than the least of them. Wonder why their being punished. Mental illness, grandchildren abandoned to the system. War veterans, Prison release, Outlived their children. Bloated Bellies eat… Fancy scraps from high places – nowhere to alleviate. Good deeds written off on restaurant tax forms… but can’t use their facilities. Devour and swallow without tasting, Chewing without teeth. The righteous strut past hurriedly, without concern of Karma.