Elizabeth Smart

(27 December 1913 - 4 March 1986 / Ottawa / Ontario)

O Poor People - Poem by Elizabeth Smart

Let us invoke a healthy heart-breaking
Towards the horrible world:
Let us say 0 poor people
How can they help being so absurd,
Misguided, abused, misled?

With unsifted saving graces jostling about
On a mucky medley of needs,
Like love-lit shit,
Year after cyclic year
The unidentifiable flying god is missed.

Emotions sit in their heads disguised as judges,
Or are twisted to look like mathematical formulae,
And only a scarce god-given scientist notices
His trembling lip melting the heart of the rat.

Whoever gave us the idea somebody loved us?
Far in our wounded depths faint memories cry,
A vision flickers below subliminally
But immanence looms unbearably: TURN IT OFF! they hiss.

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  • (9/5/2016 4:21:00 AM)

    very good poem which would inspire your generations. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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