Bleeding Hearts Poem by John Sensele

My heart bleeds
As a lame citizen spends sleepless nights
At the intersection of Oxford and President feeds
In his wheelchair as though he enjoyed no human rights.

My heart sinks into an abyss
As moms wake up at the crack of dawn
To seek merchandise with no kiss
From neither kith nor kin with no means to secure a loan.

My heart weeps
When zillions draw up a feeding rota
For different family members to pick up heaps
Of slices of air because daily famine subjects them to a slow slaughter.

My heart cringes
When urchins trek to school on an empty stomach
Full of hope but suffering twinges
Of deprivation and poverty in which families are stuck.