And walked to the top of the stairs;
Facing the sea and infinite sky.
Then he sat
Bent over,
Broken.
Was it the fear of a deadly virus,
Killing millions?
Crippling economies?
Was that his unbearable burden?
No.
His family were hungry.
He could not feed them.
Promises of assistance warped
Into political tools.
He was not allowed
To earn his family’s food.
Others were not allowed
To give him food.
Only the government could do that.
Government of the people;
But not for the people.
A system broken.
And so he sat
And faced the interminable sea;
And the sun set
Into darkness.
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