The thieves of dignity. You rush through the cold, hard city streets, a slave to you ambition; as you climb over your fellow man to rise up the corporate ladder. Blind to the poor and needy at your feet, deaf to their pleas. Can you spare some change, please Sir, just enough to eat? You never break your stride, your contempt you never even hide. You think to yourself, my taxes pay to support people like you. Have some dignity, get up off your arse, get a job, help yourself. Youre a busy man, with important things to achieve,your fellow mans needs forgotten in a heart beat. As you steal away like a thief, Taking with you another small piece of another human beings dignity. But you give to charities, you say to yourself, its a deduction on the your taxes, youre doing your bit. But your heart is as closed as your wallet and the truth is just too bitter a pill for you to swallow. And you wonder if your friends are just like you. Direly everyone is trying to get ahead, as you lay alone at night in your empty bed. Surrounded by the expensive stuff that made you happy for a little while. And never think of the people sleeping rough in the alleys, hidden away from sight, as other people party in the pubs and clubs on the cold, hard city streets at night. Marc Sweeney Jan 2014
Posted on: Fri, 24 Jan 2014 00:35:30 +0000
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