Thursday, May 31st, 2007
A troubling article appeared in Business Week (May 21) about how companies are willfully exploiting working poor.
This poem appeared as a response on Raiser’s Razor - take a moment to read the article and reflect on the reality expressed in verse.
my breath is caught in this wind,
so slow, so staggered –
what love is this that thrives on
nickels and dimes, the castaways of compassion?
there is no charity on this street,
only mild concern for visibly struggling strangers,
a desire to keep the fences firm and tall,
a yearning for no memory of pain.
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