Ambivalent glares fall short of care,
as superficial eyes see not, nor sympathize
with reality, as judge some must in non-contested style,
a vilifying that is not understood,
just judged on face value.
Bums and homeless people are all the same,
like refuse upon the curb,
and not a word of sympathy or support,
for those who have fallen short
of societal expectations.
I’ve seen people step over them,
as if they were an object of disdain,
a nameless obstacle to a sentient mind,
not attuned, nor compassionate,
just a vague dismissive acknowledgement.
How can humanity be so cruel,
do the homeless not have families too,
walked the same paths in life,
worked and owned but somehow fell from grace,
to now be stricken with acid looks of malice?
Treated like common vermin,
they are scattered come morning,
from doorways and pavements, their temporary home,
and they just limp off to a sunny spot,
a park where they can be alone.
Many drink to oblivion, but many do not,
just holding onto hope that life could change,
this hard edged reality a penance, for past mistakes,
and then freedom to awaken a new dawn,
an opportunity to once again stand tall.
But who will care, what compassion is left,
each day as the city streets of LA
are filled with life in decay,
vacant eyes and hopeless tolls are paid,
as each day the wheels begin their turning.
I stare into their faces, so lost of all dignity,
of hope and praise, for they are castaways
in cement oceans, marginalized and kept in abeyance,
as around them Hollywood glitters its ironic tinsel,
while truth echoes in rising spires of wealth.
Tony DeLorger © 2018