He walked around all day
with an arrow deep in his head.
He had to go easy and
careful when he moved.
He could not grin as
he counted his money.
He had to shy away from loud noise and
hide from big voices.
He had to talk as he walked and
walk with his body twisted.
He had to act as if he didn’t notice and
try not to notice.
He feared narrow doorways and
crowds of people.
He couldn’t wear his favorite hat and
could not drive his fancy car.
He had to go by subway and
even the bus in the company of common people,
such disgust.
The pain it was maddening
as more arrows were shot in his head as
he looked into
empty eyes
sad eyes
lost eyes
bewildered eyes
desperate eyes
mean eyes
dangerous eyes
unemployed eyes
foreclosed eyes
homeless eyes
When he was agitated inpatient and
unkind to others
the arrows blades pain, cut, twisted deeper.
He soon realised
when he was
caring, polite, understanding
and kind, the arrows grew smaller,
even tiny at times.
This was unacceptable,
this is so cruel
what could he do
how could he be happy and painless, still selfish, greedy, ruthless and the consumer still screw.
Then in a flash
he knew what to do.
To make the arrow smaller
that was deep in his head
he would get a bigger car
a bigger house
a bigger office
a bigger boat
a bigger ego
bigger bonus....
RAJ
Robert A. Jones
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-01-09 08:28:42
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