The Inhumanity of Man
Last night on my way home, I saw an old man on the subway platform combing his hair with a plastic fork and started to cry. It was raining and cold, and had been all day. The stations were filled with homeless men. It is nights like those that men are turned away from shelters already brimming with women and children.
The insufferable cruelty of humankind
is underestimated on sunny days.
We go about the silly routines of our lives
unaware of our own sense of entitlement,
of how insignificant the sources of our stress.
It is in these moments
when the mirror of reality
reflects a vision of myself
on the other side of
the thin line called prosperity
that I realize the desperateness,
the immediacy of my inaction.
There is so much more I could be doing,
should be doing,
to battle the grip of poverty. . .
I will try harder
I will make a difference,
somewhere,
for someone.
Posted by Amanda at November 05, 2003 10:05 PM
