Death Walk(ing)

 

Day in, day out

            samoan man stares

            from behind the diabetes filled fridge

            ten in a row, one of many

            providers, of pacific peoples

            sickening death

                                    numbers that grow

                                                                        That’s the norm

 

 

Day in, day out

            maori man sings

            he mounts his wooden crate, a guitar he strums

            throws a good morning, how are you?

            it’s two in the afternoon

            busking for money to

            refill his alcohol-fuelled life

            till even his liver will prune

                                                                        That’s the norm

          

 

Day in, day out

            glass dome faleo’o

            glorifying this wretched place

            own this ‘slum’ where death thrives

            dances and coils, drowns

            the lives of my people

                                                                        That’s the norm

 

 

Day in, day out

            Individuals tempt the ripper

            Skipping across white dashed lines

            Dodging speedy blocks of metal

            Ignoring the pedestrian crossing

            Five meters away;

                                                                        That’s the norm

  

 

Day in, day out

            I walk a marathon

            along paths riddled with

            take (me) away stores

            arms out stretched

            begging for their hands to be slapped

            with two dollar coins

            traded for fatty food

            every mouthful is death served warm

            on a stick, for your convenience

            served with love

            by the Asian woman whose husband soaked my

            high cholesterol slash

            high blood pressure drenched bun

            ensuring me with my preview tickets

            to see the Man up stairs

                                                                        That’s the norm

 

Author's Note

Apologies for the weird formatting

Reviews

[Michael G.]

This is a good piece on the condition of humanity of the world. It does show us how vain we can be as a race.
The content is excellent. You maintained the thought all the way through. And it flows really well.
Weird formatting? The reader can't tell it isn't in any other format than the one we see. So it isn't a weird format. Lines set apart for emphasis makes perfect sense to me.
Keep writing.

[Alpris]

Lovely poem, Sonz! Really, really good job. You captured the mood of the atmosphere real well, and it has a great flow throughout the entire one. It is sad, though :( nicely done. If Viv hates on this, I'll beat her to a pulp with my vulgar voice.