'State Of Economy' Poem by Linda Winchell

Belly now hanging over…where his belt use to be
Crack of his bottom he bends… for all now to see.
Five-O’clock shadow…now turned into ten.
Regretting the life he has now…this life that he spends.

No job to do…in order to feed manly of pride
Both his health and his worthiness
Have been…now tossed aside.

State in the worst of shape…a downed economy
All that’s left is despair… lost hope…
For large numbers …of our humanity.

Some turning to God…while others are turning away
Lost their will to believe in a higher power
No earthly reason…. to pray.

Murders by suicide bombers…flood daily news
Some folks taking to stealing
While lips… take first taste of the booze.

Crushed spirits of man…from what the world itself has created
Society numbed…wills of mankind all deflated.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009