The rich get richer
And the poor get poorer too
Where are the heroes?
Superbowl Sunday
They displace homeless so that
The fans don’t see them.
Care not Cops we cry
Housekeys not Handcuffs we shout
Find some empathy.
Everyone is rich
I thought I was so special
Now I’m dropped like trash.
I still find treasure
That I hold on to so tight
It is deep within.
Everyone’s rich here
On TV except for the
Invisible poor.
Words make me smile
While I work to pay the rent
Every day there is hope.
In my heart I sigh
Knowing that free moments pass
I shiver and weep.
We will survive here
Even as prices go up
We live laugh and love.
Ten Haikus I write
To stomp out fear and sorrow
To smile fiercely.
Universal sighs
I heard many more today
We pulled up our masks.