Rubbish
Urban streets filled with the economic refuse of
tattered souls seeking solace
from littered and embittered lives.
Preyed upon by money hungry,
power craving forces of sanctioned ineptitude
created to keep the mentacide machine of human waste fed.
They shuffle, they schlep, they drink, they drag
along the cracks of life designed to trip and snare
those besieged by despair.
How can we be our brother’s keeper
when they've become the street sweepers we refuse to pay?
Wasted minds filled with discordant voices of who they are not,
drowning out inspiration
long ago exchanged for futile aspirations
never to be realized while wading through
the cesspool of residue and refuse
called RE-member me?