SONNET VI

 

90 Saint Mary’s Street is my address.

That is the way of things. That is my fate.

No matter how I seek to relocate

Myself out of this dank oppressiveness,

I am one of the poor and powerless.

But no one ever seems to be irate

Or notice the condition of our state.

No one ever seems to be in distress.

Even Liberals do not seem to care

about the conditions in which we live.

The city’s comfortable with our despair,

Telling us we need more than it can give.

And politicians speak of what is fair�"

But the word "fair" sounds far too punitive.