Fractured Families
Confusion
Coercion
Communism
Classes
Creation
A land not of the free
but of the very brave
A land frozen in time
a warped living museum
driving around in 54 Chevy's and
59 Fords some shiny and new
others barely running
An ancient crumbling city
A single man
with a shovel
amid the rubble
of decades of decline
stone by stone
Broken seats among deceit
the bottom falling out everywhere
the old man on the floor
the broken chair taken from around him
as another one collapses
slamming another trusting
soul to the hard marble floor
Big brown eyes
of a boy peering in at me
at lunch
Eyes of the old, the young,
the depressed and the ones
who smile through it all
One slumped man along
the Malecon
I give him 3 cuc
where he sits and counts it
Wanting to do so much more
A people imprisoned
while others live in lavish
A place where peace
could not, would not...or
does it exist?
Houses bugged
cars bugged
hotels bugged
whispered conversations
near and far
Freedom is worth fighting
for
For without it
there is...
1 comment:
I agree; it's all very contradictory, but is it any less so in the US? Our country is a place of extremes, due to the fact that some have nothing and some have so much. At least there is a little more equity there. Personally, I feel guilty about what I have, but on a larger scale I'm jealous. We should be housing and feeding all of our citizens. There has to be a balance.
Keep processing - xo, Joanne
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