Name Calling
A tearful child of thirty years
lives in a desolate space from where
she cannot fly. She is named
Retarded.
Within a mile or two abides
a gifted twenty two year man. He’s
bewitched the violin with a master’s touch
but cannot tie or speak. He is proclaimed
Savant.
A few blocks down I see a wife
with children round and thin. Her husband
died in battle today. She is renamed
Poor Widow.
A faceless child runs the streets
no mother, no father, tossed about
by the bureaucrats, dirty, disheveled.
This child is labeled -
Undesirable.
Are they not alone in the same
bit of dust under our feet?
And aren’t you and I so great as to see
that they keep their place?
Hidden
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such truth and shame one might receive from reading this. I am amazed by the capturing of the forgotten.
Be always safe,
Karen