urchins outside society’s feast…

Honoré Daumier: The Beggars (c. 1845, Oil on canvas, 59.7x74 cm)

Honoré Daumier: The Beggars (c. 1845, Oil on canvas, 59.7×74 cm)

there is no need
to bury
the dead children
they would merely
wander from their graves
and
return to the streets
let them continue
to rot
in the cities
which gave birth
to their grief
and
their hunger
they would
not
appreciate
the olive
in your martini
so turn away
from the window
walk on the other side
of the street
their outstretched
begging hands
hold no future
for you
if you
feel
you must
help
continue to pray
and
pay some holy man
to absolve you
of all guilt
at a bargain price
of only
thirty pieces
of silver

 

do you want fries…

this
my friend
is not
a social experiment
nor
an attempt
to engender
sympathetic words
from you
or
anyone else
it ‘s just
a statement
of fact
that
while you
pondered
those thirty seconds
about
what to order
at mcdonalds
three
children died
from starvation
and
will continue
to die
every
13 seconds
of the day
bon appetit

do you not hear…

copyright cwmartin 2011

every
now
and then
i want to
ignore
the world
around
pretend
there is
no pain
no hunger
no war
nor shame
but
just as i fade
into that world
i hear
a child
call out
asking
that i
not
forget
their name
and
the pain
that makes
their bed