The Common Man Poem by Dr John Celes
The Common Man
The common man lives unsheltered;
His hut of mud is razed unwarned;
No other place instead, he gets;
His family stays in sun and rain!
The common man hasn’t privacy;
He can be bitten by stray dogs;
His children have to work, not learn;
He is unsure of daily food.
The common man is crushed to death;
His belongings get looted oft;
His babies are abducted too;
Society neglects his welfare.
The common man is poorer still;
He is not assured of a job;
His future’s gloomy, uncertain;
Diseases strike and so does strife.
No politician cares for him;
No bureaucrat is kind to him;
No NGO can help him much;
God is the one who cares for him.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 27-10-2015
Very true, Dr.John Celes, the atrocities of Moguls and the manipulative East India company and its missionaries, have separated us, orthodox Hindus of India, in the name of Gods. Let us find our Gods, who have taken care of our ancestors since the earth born from nowhere.. Thought provoking poem..Thank you for sharing..
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5/12/2024 7:11:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The ugly reality of the two sided lives we lead, so visible in the suburbs where the poor common man with his naked kids in cold and rain are overlooked by the every busy hustling bustling crowd and government.. I wonder where all the taxes go, why cant we have a bare minimum social support for the millions under the bridges and by the roadsides of suburbs.. thanks for the wake up call