Entitlement
A broken man
stood begging for coins
beneath the street lamp
in the rain.
He was shaking -
cold, exhausted and ashamed.
A group of teenagers
walked by
jeering and scornful
but it wasn't their
taunts that devasted him.
It was the action of
a boy in the middle
of the pack.
Split seconds all
From his jacket pocket
he clutched
a fistful of coins.
And with spite
in his eyes,
spiked them
on the sidewalk,
smacked high fives
with his friends
and surrounded them
in a cloud of evil laughter.
Posted by Amanda at October 13, 2004 10:04 PM
