Upside Down World of Poverty

my city is very conservative, a government city, with clean streets and parks, high rise buildings mingle with old, and there was a time, not long ago . . . when you would never see beggars, pleading on corners and, from doorways, old people, children, young people in desperation . . . this is a city of tourists and sites to see. pleading for help, money for food, (maybe booze or drugs), maybe not, their eyes beseeching, and full of pain . . . more and more each day it seems. there was a time when the citizens, of this fair city, would have been horrified, but nowadays most just walk by, without a thought . . . (mumbling something like freeloader.) really, like would anyone choose, to sit in the rain and snow, in the freezing cold, imploring a passerby for help, anything, even a kind word perhaps. the poverty and panhandling, is terrible now in my city center, people don't know what to do when they, see the penniless and needy . . . in a rich country this is a disgrace, the destitute are ignored, walk on by, dodge the outstretched hand, evade those eyes, sad but true in this society where many are one pay cheque away, from poverty themselves . . . in this upside down world. __________________________ February 27, 2017 Dramatic Monologue/Upside Down World Of Poverty Copyright Protected, ID 880638 Inspired by the contest, Upside Down World sponsor, John Hamilton Third Place