MOTHERLAND (4)
God, what a life, the life of the disabl\'d !
\'Tis not enough having to contend with nature :
Around them so many obstacles be assembl\'d :
To the uncaring daily do they fall as pasture.
How many times have I seen with agony
A poor blind fellow in the bus groping :
Others budge not for some reason flimsy :
On to their seats always they be holding.
Says the sign : \"Reserved for the disabled,\"
But, the ignorant ones could not be troubl\'d :
Promptly would they occupy that very seat :
They couldn\'t let go a place so handy and neat.
Still more might go on groping the poor disabl\'d :
\'Pon the reserv\'d seat be the usurper settl\'d.
Motherland, finally when would they learn :
After compassion when would they yearn !
Lo ! Hath just been administer\'d, in a terrific deed,
Some resounding indictment of the unfeeling throng :
A disabl\'d lady, showing how others be wrong,
Ced\'d her seat to someone else in greater need.
To thee, kind young lady, be sung this chant :
Thou show\'d how, of feelings, others be in want;
Though thou were thyself in need of comfort,
Thou prov\'d to be an example of the best sort.
Here must we thunder to those that be ignorant :
For God\'s sake, leave yon bloody seat vacant !
Now be the time to give a chance to the disabl\'d :
Tomorrow, with disabilities YE might be riddl\'d !
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15 November 1996