The streets are filled Brimming with boxes Tents and other trappings Of individuals striving To live in the Amazon City where nights out For keyboard warriors Equals a weeks worth Of their pay as they work Beneath the eye of tech Revolution that usurped Them from their dignity Now scraping together Enough to keep eating The working homeless Bearing the burden Of words saying do better Without direction of help On how to do better So they sit warming Hearts with bitterness Dreaming of climbing up Out a place of poverty Not seeing systematic Pressures keeping them In a one sided struggle Against the great machine Preventing them seeing That as they try to pull up They are falling further Towards the concrete Where they rest their heads And if all goes as expected They will draw their last Breath among discarded Five dollar half drank coffee cups
This weeks experimental poem is an ecologue discussing the current state of the closest city me. For more information about this type of poem click here.
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