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.
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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
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