Empty Suboxone packets litter
the clean streets from the suburbs
to the city there’s a lack of
independence
Worker bees in cheap suits
driving cars they can’t afford
race to the red light already late
for another shift of servitude
Soccer moms on Adderall
need an extra boost to keep up with
the exuberance of a new generation
There’s a line of homeless men
at the Light Of Life
Rescue Mission starving for a meal
I’m the only volunteer
on duty this evening
I keep hearing and reading
about the inevitability of this civil war
when I’m serving plates of food
to the homeless but can’t find time
enough to eat.
Written by Michael Marrotti
Michael Marrotti is an author from Pittsburgh, using words
instead of violence to mitigate the suffering of life in a callous world of
redundancy. His primary goal is to help other people. He considers poetry to be
a form of philanthropy. When he's not writing, he's volunteering at the Light
Of Life homeless shelter on a weekly basis. His book, F.D.A. Approved Poetry, is
available at Amazon.
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