Picking Up the Pace
Oct 16 2023
Walking past the park
I avert my eyes
from the tent city
that's taken root there.
The stray dogs
running free,
who have finally found
love and acceptance.
The multi-coloured tents
that look almost festive,
but are cold and wet and fire prone.
The huddled people
weary and unkempt,
who must surely resent
my unearned privilege.
The sin of omission
weighs on me.
But what do they expect
and why this guilt?
I'm just one man
living his small life
one day at a time.
Pass by often enough
and the less you notice them.
You imagine the homeless people
were always that way,
or did something bad
and deserve their fate.
Who are somehow different than you;
another kind of human
and not your concern.
Amazing
how complacency
so quickly sets in.
A public park colonized,
grass churned to mud.
Sidewalks filling up
and underpasses occupied
as numbers multiply
and options thin.
People suffering
before our eyes,
weighed down by despair.
Do something, we say
to the politicians
whose business this is.
Meanwhile
the wilful blindness continues,
picking up the pace
and hurrying by.
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