One Potato, Two Potato

15 Feb

And so it comes to this.
The measure of one’s dignity,
a cardboard box, two apples,
a potato and an exit sign
above the door?

Where is the mind that conceived
such indignity?  Where the soul,
the heart that considers
humiliation a virtue,
indecency a benevolent gift?

And where do they fit in on humanity’s
scale of values, these Left-Overs who
hold the cardboard box, who wait
their turn to say “Please, sir, may
I have some more”?  Oh, Oliver,
wake me from this black dream
of unspeakable insult.

Perhaps one day another
generation will wonder about
the monuments erected to the
Left-Overs, the platformed towers
that save us from “the tired,
the poor, the huddled masses
yearning to breathe free”.

The lamp flickers beside the
golden door.

 

 

6 Responses to “One Potato, Two Potato”

  1. James February 15, 2018 at 10:22 am #

    Extremely profound and powerful. Such an indictment on our so-called humanity and compassion.

    Jim

    • rpiercetuc February 15, 2018 at 12:00 pm #

      Heart breaking. Thank you, my friend.

  2. Mike and Joanne February 15, 2018 at 11:03 am #

    Thank you, Roger. My heart hurts from what is happening in our country. May God have mercy…

  3. tnaomir February 16, 2018 at 5:24 pm #

    These poems are so meaningful to me, Roger. with heartfelt gratitude, Terry

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    • rpiercetuc February 16, 2018 at 5:30 pm #

      So happy that you find them meaningful. And so good to hear from you. Sue sends her love. R

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