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While They Suffer


I don't see how you expect me to believe you
It's hard enough for me to live in a city so alive
Not knowing anything except it's self-consciousness
I can only see what I see from a freeway drive

I'm an unreliable narrator of the city streets at dawn
It's hard to care about something you know is untrue
Nobody would tell you to live like that except alienation
If I spoke to a poor man he would know I was a phony

I would never pretend I know what it's like to bleed
Could I speak for someone who probably hates me
Being ashamed is being unable to smile saying grace
There is no fortune in the middle, only grass to eat

I don't have the heart to tell my children of nihilism
I'm afraid they will believe it and speak only of heaven
This world is only for the rich and those they exploit
Why is sin the only pleasure and guilt the only savior?

Is the only evil that what cannot accept your genius
The inerrancy of your anger is why we take up arms
Killing me will not justify yourself except to buzzards
Ask your mother instead why she gave birth to you

Someone once told me all I can be in this life is honest
I realized he meant saying I don't know is a way of life
Except I know what happened to you so you will be me
If you would only let me then I will know suffering matters


Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on December 20, 2017:

Thank you for your kind words. It doesn't take long to find someone to adopt in my own life. I have many friends who have troubles in their life and I try to reach out as I can.

Kulsum Mehmood on December 20, 2017:

What we CAN do is adopt some poor souls and help them from time to time when their need arises.....

You have penned a very beautiful poem ..... let more of them come by .....

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on December 20, 2017:

I agree. Every encounter is a chance to better the world even if it is only to reduce their cynicism about the world; maybe you save a life by softening their sharp edges of bitterness by proving to them that someone considers them to be an equal. Food is only part of the story.

Dr Kulsum Mehmood from Nagpur, India on December 20, 2017:

I think, what we can do is make at least one soul happy in a day. If everyone does this think how many of these poor souls would be happy and cared for..... then the city streets will have a different look .....

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on December 20, 2017:

I don't know Dr.Mehmood... I was trying to juxtapose the pride in a city and it's superficial affluence and the reality of those city streets. I am not rich nor am I poor. I cannot pretend to be a friend of the poor because helping them seems to be like going to the store to buy something to make myself feel good.

I have no real answers. I can only be kind and possibly remind people to not judge and assume those who are in misery somehow brought it upon themselves.

Dr Kulsum Mehmood from Nagpur, India on December 20, 2017:

" Do unto others as you would do for yourself."

Very pathetic city streets at dawn. This indeed is the hard reality of life. Can we ..... you and I, make it any better ? How ?

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