Death Walk(ing)A Poem by Sonia Aurelio
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
© 2012 Sonia AurelioAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on May 7, 2012 Last Updated on May 10, 2012 AuthorSonia AurelioAuckland, New ZealandAboutI'm a painter at heart, and an aspiring poet. As a sculptor of words, I have a responsibility to be true to myself and to you as my readers. I intend to carve the world through the eyes of an innocent.. more..Writing
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