Cars whiz past,
You, in those cars
And many others.
They sit in some corner
Ragged, dirty
Ugly to your eyes
Only occasionally your eyes meet theirs
Feel sympathy do some
But contribute nothing.
You go to work, school or college
Same routes
And you find them in that same place every day.
You’ve read about the Sun, haven’t you dear privileged child
You do know that it is the greatest source of energy on this Earth
And you also know that it’s always there, in the same place
No matter how many of you die, are reborn and die again
The Sun will be there
Mighty, powerful.
These people on the street,
(Though they too will perish into the wilderness one day)
Are constants in the place they inhabit for ten, twenty, thirty years.
Why, then are they so powerless, so irrelevant?
Poverty, hunger, capitalism, classism could not defeat them
They stand here despite everything,
They surely are not weak.
Have you wondered, dear privileged, emotionally evolved child, why this life is so unfair?
Have you?
*Featured Image Courtesy – https://borgenproject.org/mexico-poverty-rate/
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