There are people from every corner
of the earth, though they wear no signs
that say it, seem to be of little
worth
In the cities, you can find them
lying on park benches, hiding their
faces, from those who've been honored
on societies pages, shrinking away
from disgusted glares, on worthwhile
peoples faces
More fortunate ones, have fashioned
for themselves corrugated bunkers
and stave away hunger pangs
gleaning scraps, from garbage
dumpsters
Laughed at, spat on and always
shoved aside, you'll recognize
disposable people, by the hopeless
look that's in their eyes
Why would respectable people
Ever lose one minute of sleep
When every now and then, they
drop some coins at their feet
Some go a little farther
With their pity for the poor
They volunteer once a year
At the local soup kitchen
Dishing up soup with the
city's mayor, while having
their picture taken, how noble
I'm sure it will make them
feel, when they see it in
tomorrows paper
There are different kinds of
disposable people, thousands
reside in nursing homes, lonely
and forgotten, their only crime
was growing old
Scooting along in wheelchairs
faded eyes pleading, wrinkled
hands reaching, frail voices
calling out to those they love
so dear
Folding trembling hands, sending
prayer up heavens way, for loved
ones who won't be able, to visit
again today
He was once his son's hero
she was her daughters, closest
friend
Now solely dependent, on the
kindness of caretakers, who try
their best, but can't erase
sorrow's etched, into these
old forgotten faces
There are untold numbers of
others locked away in mental
wards, some pacing, some ranting
Some softly weeping
All these taken prisoner, by
Mal-functioning chemicals in
their brain
Some call them crazy, some
use the word insane, it
doesn't matter what we label
them, their hearts break just
the same
Who cares about the desperation
Of those with broken brains?
perhaps you think they're just
a waste of time, a blight on
society
Without all these disposable
people, what a better world
it could be.
