|Rags on the Floor
Author: xPoignantxMemoriesx PM
Something i thought of while walking through the streets of San Juan, Puerto Rico when i was on vacation.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 156 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-16-06 - id: 2175133
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No te veo!
is the cry that lowers eyes,
down to the cracked pavement where sits cloth
wrinkled and cracked
shorn by rat, moth and man.
Shriveled inside those skirts of dirt,
blouses burned and spurned,
out of these giftts of "charity"
given with a kind word and eyes of ice,
the battered crone stares up,
sightless eyes seeing the future,
where the end is near and open-doors are shut.
The eyes of millions gaze through that blind face
stripped of the right to see,
at those who go, living, loving, always walking free
the voices of millions call in all tongues through cracked pale lips
speaking to the wind, rain and sun
though to all else they are naught but dumb,
The eyes of millions drop in lament
not for any lack in life
but for shackles to a miserable track, paved in strife.
"No te veo" means "I cannot see you" in spanish.