A slum dog city

A slum dog city

Ten million souls

Maybe more.

Even less

Is still beyond my comprehension.

I am numberless

There is only now

What I see and what I hear

The addition of theory

Makes no odds

To the pain of ignominy

The weak are always called so

Kept down so

Blamed so

For all the forbearance shown

In disregard of objectivity

We scratch around

Blinded by the fear

Of observation.

Refuse is washed clean away,

In the clutter of filth

We tolerate

As babies cry in vain,

Too much pain

Unwitnessed

Unseen.

Too many souls

Unclean

The scourge of comfort

Too easily bourne

To make light of.

Wash away my sins

With your pious words

They do nothing

For the choking,

Smoking, rubble.

The struggle of the masses

Barely seen through

A pair of dark glasses

Too cool for cats

And diplomats wearing white hats.

Expect a pat on the back

For raising a question

Of ethics.

Tyranny of the majority

By a minority

Is not democracy

It is capitalist diktat

Paddywak

Give the dog a bone

And they will follow

Follow,

Wagging a tail

Behind them.