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In 2011, the official poverty rate was 15.0 percent. There were 46.2 million people in poverty. 9/20/12 The New York Times reports an estimated 21 percent of New Yorkers are now considered poor, while many of the city's richest only grew richer. The disconcerting report reveals a widening income gap comparable to income gaps in sub-Saharan African countries.
forgotten % growing
people in need
out of one box
hunched over life
avoided by family
even favorite enemies
stringing guitars on Mars
searching for Zeus in empty power drink cans
trying to understand
finding a place in line
ignoring the reality of unreality
scratching heads for something alive
suffocation cells stay dank
caged by sweat-stained bars
while fear hoses the floor
despair wipes the walls
squeezed in society's petri dish
the smallest % remains a truth
hard to contain
poised to ooze out
beyond some delusional choice
to only see a microscopic presence
the forgotten %
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|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|Staggeringly succinct, gnashingly honest and strangely beautiful because of the choice of words! . . . each holding the voltage of a bolt of lightning. Beyond powerful piece of writing. My fingers are stinging writing response upon this keyboard. ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|well hide your wallet because it is going to get worse. That may sound dramatic but, look , as you have written, very closely around you.|
|Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE
|rendering the pithy with pathos is your patent in poetry, my friend, to salvage among the bricabrac for the cents of salvation is to miss the massaged message to the masses... but your poem makes it abundantly clear: objections of the mere marginalized may not be raised higher than the mean income of the impoverished without incurring a national disaster in need of much more than just another relief fund. To state it simply: those that are broke needs a fix... and that's not just the straight dope I'm talking about either.
I like your use of personification rendering the abstractions of fear and despair as a quasi-clean-up-crew...
...and rendering or should I say reducing the forgotten masses to a mathematical symbol (sans name, sans number)... that is the real growing pain you so masterfully end with...
Good work, Odin.
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Very powerful, richly perceptive poetry and message ~
Be well, write on,
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|The very saddening gap now gets wider every day,
While our millionaire 'leaders' adjourn to play.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|It's become (what is beginning to appear as) a pandemic down here in SoCal. And even though there are many altruistic outreaches helping, the problem is only getting worse. Thousands, now, are squatting in flood control tunnels. A disaster one heavy rain away. What can be done? I have no answers. The message here is clearly expressed. peace ...|