Having Survived Life East of Equity, Kinda.
Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 6:11 am
Having Survived Life East of Equity, Kinda.
LiBbey Joplin.
Sundown,
Month's end...
Bittersweet half way,
Dignity unsung...
Folks outta food again.
Hard to breathe hope once Life's wounds
Go Social Assistance.
Madame Citoyen Avec Culotte,
Save us from depraved socialized indifference?
October rains a cold,
Too tired to revel in Life's joy.
Yes, sleeps the harsh knowings of dreamt direness.
Awake, awake four walls 2:38 am,
Hunger..
Buried alive in penalty,
After the fact of injury
Is the hour's chill.
And the little birds I know say paupers can't be choosers,
but folks fight to sing, all the same.
Bones hurt to move/ Ontario Works? No, no and no.
Then, in a faithful moment,
Give a dawg a bone,
A burger may become the good mental health of a small comfort.
Yet, the hut you crash iz a likely trick done according to Hoyle.
Yes, sicker-by-the-day desiccates the unfortified.
Ontario Disability Support Program Act is a legislated lament.
Nine years Machiavellian-Altruism
ruined us in untold ways.
Cupboards bare,
Kraft-Dinner and do-more-with-less ain't no goodness
to be named healthy.
O'Mercy, wounds upon wounds--Misery as dignity?
Sad, the anxious suffrage of Survivors
is the measure of "Our" society's worth.
Poverty, it's a wicked business--Scurrilous, yes?
Guess, it's the scrooge in each,
that's the custodian of making crazy.
So, now some work late to build equity in the Ontario of 2003,
And counting..
There in civility stands: "Injury, Privation, Neglect and Disservice."
They are the daughters and sons of much misrepresentation.
Poverty's Survivor,
In the End and so the Beginning
it's a 24-7 act of courage!
And there in umbrella's rat carried on playing in the rain,
Singing: "Aucune crédibilité sans qualité de la vie--No credibility
without quality of the life!"
All in confustication,
just the signs of "Our" times...Those whom are said to be,
Far upon high,
Kingdom come,
Rex Maximus, erat rex nomine,
sed non postestate.
A finger for the Kings in name,
but not in [T]ruth,
nor power.
Ah wonder yeass,
Shine on,
In praise Poverty's Survivor!
EnD.
©2005 LiBbey Joplin, all rights reserved, Toronto, Canada. End of the Block Ink. In published use as a community educational tool by the Institut à l'université de Concordia de développement de gestion et de Communauté, Montréal, Québec (Institute in
Management and Community Development Concordia University, Montréal, Quebec).
This poem is dedicated and written for all those living at or below the poverty cut-off line--Meaning, all the working poor, beat for broke ailing vulnerable and System-Survivors living with disabilities, who are "Our" Society's disenfranchised living at risk of homelessness, exploitation and being homeless, everyday across Canada. Faites, société civile!
LiBbey Joplin.
Sundown,
Month's end...
Bittersweet half way,
Dignity unsung...
Folks outta food again.
Hard to breathe hope once Life's wounds
Go Social Assistance.
Madame Citoyen Avec Culotte,
Save us from depraved socialized indifference?
October rains a cold,
Too tired to revel in Life's joy.
Yes, sleeps the harsh knowings of dreamt direness.
Awake, awake four walls 2:38 am,
Hunger..
Buried alive in penalty,
After the fact of injury
Is the hour's chill.
And the little birds I know say paupers can't be choosers,
but folks fight to sing, all the same.
Bones hurt to move/ Ontario Works? No, no and no.
Then, in a faithful moment,
Give a dawg a bone,
A burger may become the good mental health of a small comfort.
Yet, the hut you crash iz a likely trick done according to Hoyle.
Yes, sicker-by-the-day desiccates the unfortified.
Ontario Disability Support Program Act is a legislated lament.
Nine years Machiavellian-Altruism
ruined us in untold ways.
Cupboards bare,
Kraft-Dinner and do-more-with-less ain't no goodness
to be named healthy.
O'Mercy, wounds upon wounds--Misery as dignity?
Sad, the anxious suffrage of Survivors
is the measure of "Our" society's worth.
Poverty, it's a wicked business--Scurrilous, yes?
Guess, it's the scrooge in each,
that's the custodian of making crazy.
So, now some work late to build equity in the Ontario of 2003,
And counting..
There in civility stands: "Injury, Privation, Neglect and Disservice."
They are the daughters and sons of much misrepresentation.
Poverty's Survivor,
In the End and so the Beginning
it's a 24-7 act of courage!
And there in umbrella's rat carried on playing in the rain,
Singing: "Aucune crédibilité sans qualité de la vie--No credibility
without quality of the life!"
All in confustication,
just the signs of "Our" times...Those whom are said to be,
Far upon high,
Kingdom come,
Rex Maximus, erat rex nomine,
sed non postestate.
A finger for the Kings in name,
but not in [T]ruth,
nor power.
Ah wonder yeass,
Shine on,
In praise Poverty's Survivor!
EnD.
©2005 LiBbey Joplin, all rights reserved, Toronto, Canada. End of the Block Ink. In published use as a community educational tool by the Institut à l'université de Concordia de développement de gestion et de Communauté, Montréal, Québec (Institute in
Management and Community Development Concordia University, Montréal, Quebec).
This poem is dedicated and written for all those living at or below the poverty cut-off line--Meaning, all the working poor, beat for broke ailing vulnerable and System-Survivors living with disabilities, who are "Our" Society's disenfranchised living at risk of homelessness, exploitation and being homeless, everyday across Canada. Faites, société civile!