Puddles of Pain

Sequestered by collective greed

neglected puddles of pain

forgotten people bleeding

from wounds they’ve yet to sustain

They cry out, why can’t you see

we’re hurting here below

we’re sick, we’re poor, the oldest ones

possibly someone you know.

Insulted by terminal apathy

starved for a morsel of hope

buried by society’s fears

under what we refuse to know

They screamed out, we didn’t hear

left them without smiles

the weak, the slow, the broken

possibly your neighbor’s child

Trampled by heinous lies

pillaged of their dreams

forgotten humans dying

on cold, one-way streets

They reached out, we didn’t see

the many blatant signs

the lost, the weary, puddles of pain

running through our lives