POVERTY

Grinding beauty
like a mortar and pestle,
concrete and brick
can harden a heart,

difficult in the eyes
it May be to see
beyond the curtain
of melancholy

sub-existing on the outskirts,
flesh pressed to cold steel,
bruises to heal but who can
gauze the inner scars,

stability shattered before bone,
scrapping knees to flee
the relentless machine,

it is not wolves
but the stomachs that growl
with the full moon of mercy
but only God can save a Queen.

© 2014 Rene Velez

Reviews

[paul sal.....]

Beautiful depiction of the inequailty in our socitey.Move to the country, where the prejudice is spaced out and vegetables will grow in the backyard with a liitle bit of love

[Baby Ricochet]

I've gotten into major arguments with a few people over poverty in America. It's a huge part of this country a lot of people don't want to see and when they do they shame the poor for it. That is a seriously fucked up view. Great poem Rene.

[Rene Velez]

Thanks Ric.