Watch the subjugated lives
on the screen that divides us
Cut the string of heart and fortune
away from war and torture
In blood on fragile wall of home
surrounded by people but now alone
Disease and hunger and pain rein
afflictions grow as you gain again
Hope nothing but faith that good will come
when others have all and more and none
Cycle of hopelessness continues to turn
as bodies twist in the spokes and burn
No rights for those of unfortunate birth
no release for those caught in the hoax
We can still smile and not feel the hurt
with the knowledge that it probably won’t
Pray that right will outdo the wrong
count the time as the watch ticks on
A losers hand wins the game
subjects beaten with metal frames
Conquered in a futile fight
ignorant thought and indifferent might
Dealt out by fate and apathy
the future is as we will be
Despair that hands are not out to help
to repair the tear in society
With only more for you to gain
why help the ones in need
I don’t know what to do with my powers
I am weak and dumb and lame
I write and I feel no material pain
I thrive and live with the shame
Inequality the evil, guilt the weevil
but still no help for the poor
We are all to blame for being the same
and for wanting the earth to give more
Ignoring those too far to see
we share this load and forget to bleed
We empty lives of our shared breed
but still feel the hunger of those who don’t feed


Sorcha Whitehorse ©

Joined October 2008

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Not feeling the screen that others see

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