The Visit
Mother and I went to visit her uncle and his family
Who lived in the outskirt of the town, we took the bus
No five which took us to the posher part of the city.
Mother`s uncle was a foreman at and small abattoir
His speciality was the killing of sheep
When he came home the whole family, they had two children
Ate dinner in the kitchen, mother and I sat in the living room
She was given a cup of coffee, and I got a glass of milk
The uncle came into the living room and spoke to my mother
He was tired he said, and I wondered how many sheep he had
Killed that day blood was dripping from his hands, but I thing
He gave mother some money when his wife was doing the dishes
We left, and I was feeling angry without knowing why, in the hall
I said have you got cats? No, we have not.
I can smell cat pee, I said.
Outside mother scolded me for being rude but smiled
I never saw mother`s uncle again nor his snobbish wife or their
Children they never visited us we lived in the wrong part
Of our town
When biking in the city,
On the brand-new bikes for rent,
Bikers should procure a helmet
So their skulls won’t get a dent.
Thus, the city gave out freebies
In some lower-income ‘hoods,
But the people who reside there
Didn’t show up for the goods.
A reporter checked the scene out
And she interviewed some folks
With their feet up on the pedals,
Resting up against the spokes.
Though they lived in places posher,
Paying private schools’ high fees,
They were there to score a helmet,
As entitled as you please.
Seems that life’s not quite in balance
When the haves keep getting more,
With the have-nots sinking lower –
Doesn’t anyone keep score?