Lepers Of The Age Poem by Lodigiana Poetess
Lepers Of The Age
How fragile the path to degradation.
Littered with few good intentions and even fewer forgiving hearts.
The outcasts and piranhas,
walking together beneath gas lit lamps.
Ever trembling on the verge of insanity and
knowing that the first step
taken on this road can never be untaken.
Regarded as less than human by the leering lechers,
ever seeking gratification.
No romanticism inhabits these dark and filthy lanes.
Only the dregs that society shuns, the lepers of the age,
walking the destitute streets
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4/25/2024 4:18:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lodigiana wher there is poverty there are predators who prey on the weak, the young and old, the infirm. Even in this 21st century it still exists to rear its ugly head all over this beautiful blue planet. How can this be, how can we still let this ll happen. What does that say of us as a species. Its down to avarice. A well written, powerful poem that pulls no punches and raises more questions than answers. Thank you for making me think Lodigiana and I wish you well. Take care. Shaun.x.