Willem Hartzenberg
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Poem "The Beggar":
- written December 2009
- published December 11, 2009
- viewed 25 times
Other poems by Willem Hartzenberg:
»Hope and dispair«
»Wealth incarnate«
»Words«
Visit Willem Hartzenberg's profile page
Poem "The Beggar":
- written December 2009
- published December 11, 2009
- viewed 25 times
Other poems by Willem Hartzenberg:
»Hope and dispair«»Wealth incarnate«»Words«»The Beggar«
Sunny bright ray's on the tears of a hungry face;
Moving violations to get to the other side of the road;
Far of glances within the proximity of dispair;
A mother and child with a tin and a wish.
Silly words written on the tag of the yuppy;
Disgust on the face of the ashtry scratching pimple spotted face;
Begging hands and snot;
Life undertrotten to the point of sagging hope.
A few dimes and a few cents;
A lothsome sneer and a shake of the head;
A mother at the end of her tether with an invisable child;
A few cents and a few dimes our price for salvation.
How do we laugh and sleep;
How can we eat our french quisine;
How do we switch on the power to the airconditioner;
Tears pain hunger and abuse our neighbour?
I am sick to my stomach;
I am embarised to look in the mirror;
I rode past a mother and child and witheld compasion;
Tonight shame and disgust is my burden of humanity.
I am sorry;
I am sure;
Tomorrow I will smile;
But ride past you again, NEVER!!!
Moving violations to get to the other side of the road;
Far of glances within the proximity of dispair;
A mother and child with a tin and a wish.
Silly words written on the tag of the yuppy;
Disgust on the face of the ashtry scratching pimple spotted face;
Begging hands and snot;
Life undertrotten to the point of sagging hope.
A few dimes and a few cents;
A lothsome sneer and a shake of the head;
A mother at the end of her tether with an invisable child;
A few cents and a few dimes our price for salvation.
How do we laugh and sleep;
How can we eat our french quisine;
How do we switch on the power to the airconditioner;
Tears pain hunger and abuse our neighbour?
I am sick to my stomach;
I am embarised to look in the mirror;
I rode past a mother and child and witheld compasion;
Tonight shame and disgust is my burden of humanity.
I am sorry;
I am sure;
Tomorrow I will smile;
But ride past you again, NEVER!!!
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Anonymous: "How odd, too deep this soul appears to be, but whom I know too well, a cheater, a man with no compassion in the life he lives and yet his words on paper appear the opposite."- Mouli Mukherjee: "my goodness! such intense expressions...it's a very good read...keep writing :)"