Sown wildly
Yet they spring up quickly
Quickly dying of health
Humans living on filth
Recognisable only in shape
Two legged forms on the landscape
Landscapes of society’s waste
On which humanity is displaced
Children from the dump
Bred on the dump
Conceived on the dump
Dying
Have you seen them?
Maybe not
They don’t come out at night
Wild flowers that remain invisible even in daylight
Copyright ©2013, Susan M. Wolfe~All rights reserved
October 9, 2013, Wild Flowers
She picks at age old sores until they bleed
The lice in her hair play hide and go seek
And colours are veiled through twin black orbs so hollow, yet so meek
This is what poverty breeds.
Por favor Señora. Yo pido ayuda.
The flightless bird squawks her daily cry
She needs some help so her family can get by
Does she know that refrain is just another social lie?
They’ll never get ahead no matter how hard they try
Por favor Señora. Un lempira.
Un lempira? I wondered, all of 5 US cents
I should give a little bit more as my soul’s recompense
For the good life of an American in my big house behind my tall fence.
Giving hand outs in a third world is the foreigner’s only defense
Por favor Señora. Algo de comer?
She wants to eat.
But all I see are her dirty hands and her soiled naked feet
Yet I still want to give her a special treat
Something more than tortillas, beans and a piece of meat
Pero, por favor Señora. Por favor.
Anything at all is what she’ll take.
She grabs what she can and run as if her life’s at stake
And that is why you’ll hear the thud when my heart falls and it breaks
She’s stolen less than I was going to give; just for stealing’s sake
I try to pick the scabs from my soul
No longer full of promise just an empty hole
Falling on my knees as they bruise and bleed
I throw myself in prayer begging please
Take this ache from my heart so I can begin to ease
The tightening of the callous that formed when I ignored the sore
Por favor. Por favor.
Please.
This is what hope deeds
Copyright ©2013 Susan M. Wolfe, Deeds Of Hope~All Rights Reserved
NOTE: Welcome to my blog and my first post. I chose this poem as the first post because I think this really will sum up what this blog is all about. I wrote this piece sometime last year, and it is based on a real experience I had with a little girl. I would like to say that this is an isolated incident, but sadly it is not. I hope you have enjoyed the selection. Any comments will be appreciated.
Where I Lay My Hat and Make My Bed 
