Poem – A Corrupt Fountain

A child dies of hunger

People live on the streets

Old man begs for charity

Little Juan right here doesn’t have a mom

Because she died of an STD

Each day a soul passes away

It’s your entire fault

You don’t deserve this job.

 

Four animals seat on a table

Trying to play a role

But all they do is exchange some money

Behind our backs

Until their pockets are full.

 

 

How can you live with this guilt?

Doesn’t it devour your inner self?

Oh, my mistake you don’t have a heart

To care for your own people.