The Common man

Luxurious flowers

And pompous wine.

Grand sparkling ballrooms

No way of mine

I dwell in the crypts of rats

In the cellars of putrid inns

For I am the common man.

The product of lustful sin

 

I sleep by the side of the road

By the walls of the riches abode

I smell the ooze of the dines of the fine

The fumes of rich

And none of mine

For I am the common man

The product of lustful sin

 

I beg for food while they stroll past

Praying they will stop my horrid fast

My stomach ache for beef and corn

Forget me, do not mourn

For I am the common man

Clinging coin in my dented tin can

 

Hurray for the’ my dear Sir

I salute you, for all you are worth

For all that has been, and what will occur

I salute you for all you are worth

 

Reviews

[Sasha]

This is so sad. From a very young age, I was never capable of ignoring someone in need and don't understand how people can do it with a clear conscience. Anyway, with regard to the work itself, this is excellent like everything else I've read up to this point. There was something about the last stanza that really grabbed me. I like the rhyme and repetition, but with the message presented in the rest of the poem, it stung. I guess it was sarcastic, but it didn't feel that way at first... It's thought provoking. Thanks for sharing this.