Berto Kamp
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Poem "Life of an Unknown Man":
- published October 28, 2009
- viewed 25 times
Other poems by Berto Kamp:
»A Pottage Man«
»Angel Mother Of Mine«
»Berto's Prayer«
»Blackmail«
»Blue Car will do«
»Coal Shed«
»Desire«
»Disarray«
»Hunchback«
»Kibera Slum«
»Lamb to the slaughter«
»Madness of a sane man«
»Man with fish«
»Midnight in Fes«
»Omie 8th of May«
»Piteous sight«
»Possibility«
»Rain«
»The Pot«
»The Silent Nile«
»Torrential Rain«
»Unknown Path«
»Victim Of Prey«
»Zenith«
Visit Berto Kamp's profile page
Poem "Life of an Unknown Man":
- published October 28, 2009
- viewed 25 times
Other poems by Berto Kamp:
»A Pottage Man«»Angel Mother Of Mine«»Berto's Prayer«»Blackmail«»Blue Car will do«»Coal Shed«»Desire«»Disarray«»Hunchback«»Kibera Slum«»Lamb to the slaughter«»Madness of a sane man«»Man with fish«»Midnight in Fes«»Omie 8th of May«»Piteous sight«»Possibility«»Rain«»The Pot«
»The Silent Nile«»Torrential Rain«»Unknown Path«»Victim Of Prey«»Zenith«»Life of an Unknown Man«
by Berto Kamp
You sit on the cobble edge
Scratching your bleeding leg
Dressed in rags
Somehow you appear to be glad
Your head tilted to the left
Hiding what you do just best
You eyes that no longer glisten in the day
As the sunlight dances across them slowly
A game that is played
I see your dirty nails, pull on your rags
Is it not a shame?
You that once was an educated man
Now your home is the barren land
No one cares, is this fair of man?
Scratching your bleeding leg
Dressed in rags
Somehow you appear to be glad
Your head tilted to the left
Hiding what you do just best
You eyes that no longer glisten in the day
As the sunlight dances across them slowly
A game that is played
I see your dirty nails, pull on your rags
Is it not a shame?
You that once was an educated man
Now your home is the barren land
No one cares, is this fair of man?
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Ashok Kumar Madhunlall: "The speaker doesn't want us to show disgust at the man dressed in
ags but rather at society that allows this to happen. You have captured the daily visuals of life so very well. Keep writing."- Hettie Van Zyl: "In between the lines this poem forced the reader to realize this person dirty and clothes in rags is also a human been lost somewhere along the road of life. Thank
you for a master peace."