Urban Poetry

A dilemma is upon us

Shoulders shrug with hopeless sigh

Rich get richer; Poor grow poorer

No one understanding why

Tiny faces lack emotion

Eyes grow hardened; spirits die

All they ask for is an answer

What they get is but a cry


Nation’s elders rich in wisdom

Destined on the streets to lie

Begging only for a nickel

Crumbs of bread they seek to buy


Homeless families seeking shelter

Light at tunnel’s end not nigh

Parents search for jobs and welfare

Watching both just pass them by


But on corner stands the BIG man

Rolls of dough but stakes are high

Father has to feed his family

Any means he has to try?