A Daily Testimony of a World’s Decline

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    A Daily Testimony of a World’s Decline

    My daily drive; today through pouring rain,
    Behind road fog snaking towards me from the truck ahead,
    Slowly approaching the cloud-shrouded glass and metal,
    Framed by downtown's bustling highways.

    Graffiti on walls and overpasses define the city climate
    Testimony of a divided space and time
    Obscenities litter the viaducts and road signs
    Racial slurs and sexual innuendos graphically apparent.

    Beggars crowd each corner light.
    Wheel chaired homeless; missing limbs and teeth,
    Huddled beneath layers of sweaters and tattered jackets,
    Mumbling into their private cyberspace of unreality.

    Parking lots crowded with brown skinned men,
    Waiting for one day's employment to wander by,
    Speaking a language that is becoming the norm,
    Twelve deep clustered in one room flats.

    Sirens wail as the babies cry,
    Crack head infants abandoned to a depleted system,
    Children birthing children into a burdened structure,
    Seams bursting in the waistcoat of mankind.

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    WordSlinger commented on A Daily Testimony of a World’s Decline

    01-04-2010

    you have discribed Seattle, sad, alot of things are hard to see, the ride here is described well, ty WS

    LenaMP

    01/10/2010

    Any major city I'm afraid. I'm originally from Detroit and it fits there too. How are you? I haven't been on in awhile. Looking forward to reading more of your poems soon.

    Tempestlady commented on A Daily Testimony of a World’s Decline

    11-21-2009

    Oh what a dark and dank picture you paint of the human condition. So raw and honest. Write on.....

    ginga commented on A Daily Testimony of a World’s Decline

    08-07-2009

    Oh lena you have quoted society's ills here in such a dramatic but yet honest way. I too have experienced witnessing all you write here but your words unravel it all so well. "Cyberspace of unreality" truly works well here. ginga

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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