A poem about social injustice where I have made a transcription into English of my Swedish Poem "Samhällets Olycksbarn" eller Les Misérables
Tired,with his flasks
completely empty, dry.
Fired,
but no one asks
the poor devil why.
Sits there lonely on a bench
unable now his thirst to quench.
Tense
and broken,
hungry like hell.
Hence
a token
for not doing well.
Must up and take a pee
gives not a damn to authorities' decree.
Such
ordeal
torments defeated
Much
the same you feel
if likewise you'll be treated.
For those who in injustices dwell,
experience their lives as pure hell.
Forgive
and show humility
towards the poor.
Relieve
their poverty
in helping them endure
Believe – and this is real true,
that one of them – could simply just be you.
Poetry by Carl O Andersson
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Written on 2007-03-31 at 13:00
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