(This is a 7&4 poem; one line is 7 words, and the next is 4)
Mixed in the shrill sound of sirens
Screams wet with tears
Come from mouths eyes of desperate faces
Amid cries for justice
Most die never knowing other than shadows
Their presence diminished, distrusted
By those who teach spoon-fed children
To be kind lambs
Not to cry, rebel, or to instigate
When in shadows of need
Begging for bits with simple gratitude eyes
While ignored by the faithful
Though or called lazy by the loaded
Why are you sensitive?
While the callous add, "get a job."
"Would you hire me?"
"No, you have no trade nor experience."
Throws dimes, not dollars
Worried about having-not walking, work, and life
To signal diminished value
Smiles giving his dog from the pound
Kindness to feel worthwhile
As beggars walk on crap-filled streets.
@MMAW-10/2/22 revised 12/04/22