* Who Cares For The Poor Left Out In The Cold? Poem by Terence George Craddock

Isolated in filth in rags in stupor
in numbing cold,
fear freezing dark cosmopolitian
urban nights
the wash-outs, the no hopers,
drug addicts, thieves,
isolated cause of crime
in our caring prodigal society?

While socialite flops
spend money recklessly
in extravagant glass showcases
corporate loophole tax evaders
demeaning wash-outs, the no hopers,
isolated victims sentenced to loser crimes.

Poverty is indifference calculated
by bean counter menial servants
serving elite slum lord masters...
Poverty slave civilization perpetuated
who cares for the poor left out in the cold?
Who cares starving victims living skeletons die?


Copyright © Terence George Craddock