I sing or shout in normal situations
long gone now as I sit on the porch
my home owned by the squalor of banks
selling my soul at whim.
And in this debacle
I lean more closely to my one and only son.
The other died in emergency
for the lack of appropriate drugs
that were available but monies
for such as these life saving event
cost him his life.
Now no home for us, we two now left.
My husband shot himself in the head
hanging preferred but he had his gun,
rifle I think.
I’m still in so much pain and shock
to know even then
911 did not in the end come
as they were elsewhere cleaning up
on a family of four gassed
in an oven leak.
Or that was more for the media I am certain
as we here suffer, regardless the same fate
for nowhere around, but for a tent or two …
More hope living on a grassy bank
but they are over flowing
with the previous collection
of debt ridden, horribly emaciated folk.
What a debacle why cry so much
as so many more like me, half crazed by the shock
that twenty-first century Americans live –
not in comfort, but punished where they stand.
Because those on capitol hill all powerful
and pockets bulging by political unrest
as the lobbyist via whomever does for them,
the corporations on Wall Street and the rest –
the very greed-hungry best.
–
Play with the Devil and fire and disease
is what is spread in the name of greed.
October 10th, 2013
Tags: Loss
