along the street of life
give up your
concern for others
have a new highway
even better yet
that old belief
for the poor
when greed is standing
at your door
let’s cut your taxes
an outdoor mud room rug
from the souls crushed
by your selfishness
Wow…some much truth. Awesome poem.
Tit for tat: Nothing is free. There is always a price.
Your writing tends to remind of Jonathan Swift’s.
so often the value of self is put before all else… at the cost of others.
You describe the corrupt South African politicians to a T.
Is this about America, Africa, Europe? Or maybe I should say, this is about America, Africa, Europe.
Sad sad sad
PS. Audio is great.
eloquesntly put, Charles!
but I will admit, that I was moved and distracted from reading past those sparkley chimes … you could have sold me my own socks, while on my feet!
do you think blonde becomes me? (as said from an american/italian/greek with very dark hair… no blonde roots here!)
you know how to speak truth elegantly, precisely and soul touchingly.
Its so very true and its truth is its beauty.
Politicians should read your poems, Charles. Ha ha ha
Ouch! and then you really lay it on the line with examples of ways we are tempted to sell our souls. A biting comment on a world obsessed with having/possessing and/or having things our way, to the exclusion of all else. Yes, politicians are corrupt, but are we any less so when we play into their hands, even if everyone else is doing it?
That is socking it to “them”. Wonder if any of “them” look at their souls? Once they are positioned, thanks to votes, fumbling for the ball, watching for the spotlight, do they ever really see even an inkling of what you aptly portray?
I love how you can just cut to the heart of it all. Hope your time away was enjoyable.
i think this is related to not only US, but the all the developed &and emerging economies across world.
Stunning! Your poem unhinges me, almost!
You might enjoy by blog from Haiti. I don’t know that you’ll be dazzled as I am at this momennt, but you might—
Blessings from Port-au-Prince,
Amen! A poem with a stinger.