Saturday, February 14, 2009

Coaled Mountain

Rocky crags crush spirits
Hearts broken
Mouths empty
But where?

Sugary drinks provide
Succor but tragedy persists
Fresh fruits and vegetables
Nowhere to be found
Drugs drag down mothers
Kids ache but numb
Themselves with the same drugs
But why?

We watch on tv
Narrators guide us to pity
We watch, mouths agape
We call ourselves hungry
And fill a plate or bowl
While images on screen appall us
But where?

Sick cycles continue
In this golden place
Of Yellow Arches and Big Blue Boxes
Here in this land of plenty
I turn off my TV and go to bed
To think
No more
Kept safe away from cold

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