the slaving man

seori

Every morning, you press your spine

to the newspaper

like it might flatten your conscience.

Funny how you say “community”

like it’s a kind of deodorant.

 

There’s a child coughing up staples

two blocks down—

but you’re more worried about

who put graffiti on your trash bin.

The city’s going to hell, you mutter,

as if it wasn’t already

beneath your damn lawn.

 

(What do you call a system

that feeds on bruises

and still asks for tips?

You call it normal.

You call it Tuesday.)

 

There’s a scream stitched into the pavement,

but asphalt’s cheaper than therapy,

and silence is subsidized.

You treat empathy like it’s lead paint.

Scrape it off only when someone inspects.

 

No one ever inspects.

 

You mistake suffering for schedule delays.

You mistake decay for someone else’s fault.

You mistake everything for anything

but your own goddamn breath

fogging the glass.

 

You kneel only when there’s a camera.

You give only when there's a receipt.

You bleed only in metaphors—

convenient, clean,

with a moral tagged on like a barcode.

 

But your God is leaking.

The copper’s turning green.

You still say it’s rain.

You still sip the water.

You still wonder

why your insides are screaming

 

while the house burns down

  • Author: seori (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 9th, 2025 06:55
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    There are great metaphors here. The intent of the poem seems to be to draw attention to hypocrisy and a general lack of charity. A most lovely write that is thought provoking

  • Poetic Licence

    Thought provoking write, around some people are so wrapped up in there every day world, they cannot see and probably dont want to see the suffering on their doorstep, great write

  • nephilim56

    great write



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