Sometimes I Grow so Tired
A poem written after observing the catastrophic fires that plagues the lives of the poor living in hovels in the cities of the Philippines.
Sometimes I grow so tired
the failure
the sin
The rich keep money like one who hoards
until the filth of their greed spills over
like polluted water
like dirty air
like neglected children
like poverty
Burning houses and no one to help
nakedness and sores
ignorance and deprivation
the weapons of the greedy
It is not enough!
Is it not enough?
crumbs fall like ashes
upon this manmade hell
as fire consumes the homes
the lives of the poor
Who will lift them up?
for no one should be down
on the ground
where black water flows
disease abounds
death surrounds
smiles rot
Sometimes I grow so tired
