THE HALF LIVE

Last night I watch part of a TV programme , at first I was only half watching when suddenly it demanded my attention. It was about the underworld society that is growing in America. The were in Las Vagas and feet from where the rich and  famous and wanna be’s were in the casinos and hotels living it up and throwing more money into gambling than these poor people living in drains have ever had!  The were not just old vagrants there were men and women who just cannot afford to have a roof over their heads. Families, mothers with children. They are living in the storm drains, apparently there are hundred of miles of these drains, they have minutes warning if water rushes through the drains.

According to the reporter there are many many Americans one pay check away from homelessness. I know we have the same problems in this country but it was the stark division between the haves and have nots in Las Vagas. I was astounded  here is a link to it.  http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/8239319.stm   I hope I am not offending anyone by publishing this  but our world is spliting in to the rich and the poor. Remember I have already said that I know my country also is going in a similar direction!

I wrote a poem a couple of weeks  ago which I could easily written for that programme so I am going to reprint it with this blog. I do not make a habit of making social comments but this struck me hard and has made me think , forgive me for saying we all need to look at our lives and our governments.  So God Bless us all and help the poor, especially  at the time of Thanks Giving and Christmas .

HALF LIFE

We live in shadows hiding in doorways shying away

from electric light’s glare unhappy in the daylight

longing for the night

writhing in pain if caught by the suns rays

struggling hard to keep out of it’s way

digging deep holes is how we spend the day

WE KEEP OUT OF SIGHT

tunnelling this way and that deeper and deeper we go hardly

needing our eyes anymore that is why we now call this life

we lead half life you on my left and you on my right

we use drains now to move around

we need to be private afraid to be found

this half life to which we’re bound.

I DID NOT WRITE THIS POEM BECAUSE OF THE PROGRAMME BUT I AM REPRINTING IT BECAUSE OF THE PROGRAMME.

6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. zumpoems
    Nov 19, 2011 @ 21:27:06

    Very important topic. The gap is widening and the focus should be on less inequality. Very well done!

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  2. willowdot21
    Nov 19, 2011 @ 21:43:01

    Thank you.

    Reply

  3. Vampire Weather
    Nov 21, 2011 @ 03:57:51

    Intriguing and intricately woven. A stunning thought that makes me look for the meanings beneath. Beautifully done!

    Reply

  4. willowdot21
    Nov 21, 2011 @ 17:35:32

    Thank you it is a frightening thought that that society is being so starkly divided!

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  5. Mrs. Peacock
    Jul 16, 2012 @ 16:00:35

    Its sad but true, and I can relate to this very well being one of those Americans that is one health crisis or major accident away from homelessness. I keep in mind Gods promise of a future where there is no more suffering and no more want. Rev 21: 3-4 which gives me comfort knowing that things will improve, maybe not in my life time but for future generations.

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    • willowdot21
      Jul 16, 2012 @ 19:47:20

      Law is so hard and yes I understand that life can be made or broken in the blink of an eye!You are right about the future but I do not think it will be any time soon. I worry for my children , I worry for the world. I look around this country too and see nothing but problems, pain and fear! ..We are ploughing the depths of despair to night. We need to agree there is hope! 🙂 😉

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