10.23
There’s not much I can say about this piece. I’m pretty sure the inspiration came from seeing one of the many homeless in Detroit standing near a freeway on-ramp with a sign pleading for help. I seem to recall the hollow in his eyes.
we all came into this world
written: 1/18/09 – 8:33pm
cynicism and compassion,
walk hand in hand,
as i stare past the blank staring back at me.
i question my conscience and my convictions -
while the voice in the back of my head fights with the one in my heart.
we all came into this world the same way,
but some of us will go out differently than others;
standing on the street with a sign begging for food,
while the well-to-do do nothing,
but drive past a blankly staring man.
who am i to judge and do i really judge,
or do i really just wonder why things have to be this way,
and whether or not they can ever be different,
and if they can, what it would take, if anything more
than a blank stare into a sky of possibility?
yet cynicism and compassion still battle it out.
with hope and hostility, with pride and poverty;
boarded up buildings of burned down barriers,
blankly stare at monuments of forgotten once-upon-a-times.
we all came into this world the same way.
we all came into this world the same way.
© sw 2009
