Broken People Poem by Shalom Freedman

Broken people
Come in all forms and functions
Some cannot see
Some cannot walk
Some cannot hear
Some cannot move at all

A leg goes one way
Another cannot follow
This twists there
And that twists there
A mouth opens
And nothing comes out
Except a single syllable
Said over and over

Everyone becomes broken
If they live long enough
I am already partly broken too
And soon the terrible surprise
May come
Broken me broken world
Broken people everywhere