Open your eyes and see how it is

Dark nights and darker days,

And karma never pays,

In the city, all alone yet constantly surrounded,

On the streets good fortune is unfounded.

People look but do not see,

You don’t understand being trapped when you’re free,

They say they know but they’re ignorant,

To the streets, even the biggest person is an infant.

I’m yet to reach my eighteenth

Yet I’m cold for my teenth,

I chase the light for warmth during the days

And at night I huddle in doorways.

The truth of it all makes me sick,

The flies of a dying nation swarm so thick,

It angers me to see people flourish off of benefits,

While I’m here, starving and having fits.

Why is it the deservers get nothing

And the scum seem to get everything?

Why is it that those who work suffer the most

While those in “need” have money to boast?

Why do hard workers pay for people’s cigarettes and booze?

Why is it that the ‘winners’ lose?

Why are those in need seen as frauds

While fraudsters are living like Ladies and Lords?

Why are people believing what they’re told

When they’re given s**t for gold?

Why are they deluded into believing they’re fine when they’re about to fall?

Why can’t they look closer and see the underbelly of it all?

Me and my fellow cast asides

See what our society hides,

While when you catch a glimpse you may ponder the whys

But you’re deaf to out cries.

Grasp the truth before it consumes you all,

Step back from the cliff before you fall,

It’s too late for me but not for you,

There’s a rising storm but you can make it through.

Just open your short sighted eyes

And hear the millions of cries,

Don’t be ignorant and think we’re crazed,

Soon the world will be saved or razed.

Author's Note

All of my poems are from my own poetry books. The poems available on this site are a few from each book.