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The Impoverished

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The Impoverished

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It is another day

To wake up into misery

Sometimes a vivid

Dream

Takes me to

A place that is not

So spectacular but

I want to live there

And I wake up

And I’m here

I wake to the gray skies

Of war

Or my child is

Still sick

Or my child is gone

My children

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There is my own pathology

It hurts

And there is no promise

Of change for the better

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I wake into many

Who have problems

And they seep

Or crash into awareness

I have no money

Or my clothes are poor

My shoes don’t wrap around

My feet

So I have trouble moving

And I’m seen first

For the problems that I have

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I’m seen first

For the problems that I have

That’s how my friends know me

Or my family

Or anyone

First, I am the sad one

Or the needy one

The one with problems

I am an individual

Also a family

Or a nation

I grow to hate waking up

Like this

I grow to hate waking up

Can someone make

The day better?

Can I?

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A song could name this

But is no breath

For singing

There is no cause

Or there is

And I forget

It’s been too long

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I could say, Help me

But I don’t know how

Sometimes it’s

Antagonistic

The responses that I get

When I used to ask

Mostly it’s apathy

With closed pockets

I never get close to,

Which is fine

I don’t want your pockets

I want my own

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I want what I used to have

Or maybe never had

I want what I need

And a little more

So I am ready

When I hear of

Need

Someone

A family

Or a nation

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To give out of what I have

And a little more

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C L Couch

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The Other Way

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For the People

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For the People

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We give billions

Might I have a smidgen

Might we all and each

Have a smidgen

Two smidgens, maybe

Our money from our coffers

Save other nations’ people,

Too

It’s mid-month and I’m feeling

Especially impoverished

It’s the thirteenth

On a Friday

And I’m tired of

Anything like

The curse of the day

Or Cain

The penury of Lazarus

Under Dives

I know, L gets to heaven

Where it’s wealthy

Without coin

And through and through

But I’m still here today

And want to be,

Not knowing the other

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I’d like to have

Some easy days

If possible

Summertime

As Gershwin says

As she sings

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C L Couch

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Campaign

Campaign

 

Life is important

Though we contract on its importance

With agreements tissue-thin

On paper we’ve polluted

For nation-states that richer folk

Have hollowed out

 

What is left but

Value that has no protection

Words in a chamber without power

Charged with nothing but

Intention and

Words for marketing

 

How then are the poor protected

But they’re not

Maybe we live today

Maybe we don’t get the chance

 

Because the opportunity

Created in creation

Was stolen long ago

And we are left as shells

Abandoned by inhabitants

Left to dry on beaches

Away from water

 

The poor you will have with you

Is not an excuse for

Resignation

Lack of action

Real food to go with

Living water

 

And who is the poor

But all of us connected

To judge by what we take at last

You are impoverished

So am I

Everyone

Not one escapes

We’re all the same

As we’re all unique

 

No one person gets it all

That’s delusion

(you know that)

We share what we have

And leave more for the future

That’s a planet

Worthy to explore

Worthy to make contact

With beings, angels, and God

Of the universe

 

C L Couch

 

 

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