Life Blood 

 

strolling through no man’s land

to get yesterday’s trash to the garbage man

too much on my mind -it’s hard to think clearly

city rodents the size of house cats

scurry with fear when they hear me

 

perplexed faces marked by life’s flash flood

search the entirety of my frame

through double pane unrefined glass

smiles don’t meet open eyes

when death decides to past

 

like sand falling through the hands of time

we are slipping away…

materializing in the thick of statistics

but never amounting to more than

a bean counter’s bureaucracy

 

staying away from work

and bringing home a fraction of the pay

force to deal with the consequences

of an inexpensive life forever on layaway

trying to figure out

what home is tantamount to a family unable to hustle?

 

dinner time with no daily bread

panhandling to survive life is a struggle

how to make due

in streets with no bustle

a city with no business is a town without muscle

 

but they still gotta eat

how can people stay inside

a house with no meat

they fight in the morning and bicker before sleep

 

politicians on a steady bank roll

set rules that’s poor folk can’t follow

without their tummies rumbling

and their accounts growing shallow

 

but the morgue is full

a man with the bare minimum is forced to live

by prescribed rules

is it possible… to deconstruct the master’s house

with his tool’s?

 

who is left to pay down the debt

incompetence allowed to flourish

low wages and taxed consumerism

crossbred with shards of mismanaged disenfranchised hope

stemming from the masses is the life blood

that keeps the US economy afloat

 

but we have been bleed dry

by years of recession and government turning a blind eye

bailed out every big business

except for the little guy… left to sigh at…

 

dinner time with no daily bread

panhandling to survive is a struggle

how to make due

in streets with no bustle

a city with no business is a town without muscle

 

but they still gotta eat

how can people stay inside

a house with no meat

they fight in the morning and bicker before sleep

 

© 2020 by Esha Montgomery

 

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