Tonight outside it’s cold

0121_Pedro

The rain pours unforgiving,

wind chills to the bone,

no morning kissed by sunshine

ever warmed a bed of stone.

The skyline telling story’s,

so tall it hides the truth,

lying in the shadows

epitaphs are proof,

that idle are the promises,

and deeper is the debt,

for burning the Injustices

they want you to forget.

That man I turned my head from

that grey and sunken face,

what if luck had burdened

and put me in his place?

Austerity rewarded him

no dignity or bread,

some say it is the price to pay

believing that they care?

silent destitution,

cruelty thousandfold,

rich men don’t go hungry,

tonight outside it’s cold.

  • Author: Pedro (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 8th, 2022 02:15
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 19
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  • arqios

    "Rich men do't get hungry" boy, did that line get to me. Here's to those that have to brave the elements, left without dignity or bread. Sombre poem.

  • 0121_Pedro

    Thank you, this started as a song many years ago that didn’t get finished, and the ‘rich men’ part was going to be the chorus, and so ended up the end of the poem as I felt it was the most on point ending and the title of the poem spoke for itself



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