A Man Without Changes Poem by Jonas Goncalves

A Man Without Changes



I see the greedy man
whose only son comes
from a curious wish
for money who he already has.

I hear the believing man's speech:
if there's nothing in mind,
we will be safe
behind the golden walls.

I touch the cruel man
whose young face
darkens our sky.

I recognize this vulgar man
when I realize this mirror,
reflecting what we must remember.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: humanity
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