A DIFFERENT RACE
The lighted first-floor windows illuminate them
Their good sides always facing outwards
Like so many beautiful birds they perch;
Mouthing ‘For Sale’ pleasantries
Others less beautiful ply the darkness
Stalked by vermin
And the ghosts of their childhood
There is a rage
Unfurling flags of despair;
‘Look at what you have done’
Some are shouting
‘Don’t you care?’
These articulate ones are the ugliest
The least loved
And the loneliest
2 thoughts on “A DIFFERENT RACE”
Raw and challenging, Tom. Stepping out of the comfortable territory for potential readers.
Always leave ’em wanting more, that’s my motto, John!
I started reading The Human Hive. Excellent so far; but I am a slow reader so it may be a week or so before I get back to you.