Monday, September 10, 2007

Sitting in a Cafe in the Metro

-Irony-

Where once shambles stood
Where none but dirty, battered feet
set foot
Now none can be found
Where once poverty lay
Where none could be safe from
the violent melee
Now riches abound
Where one would be appalled
By the sight of generations
of misery
Now will be awed
By the indifference
The duplicity
The joylessness
The disgusting opulence
of carefree souls
Hovering over the grounds
of battered hopes
of broken dreams
of dismal lives
Spoiled by their riches
Blinded by the glare of a life of
comfort
Which is more sad?
Man's inability to care
Or his stubborn unwillingness to share?