The Invisible.

We live there— yes— there

A little bit above the dead

But quite a bit below the living

Where poverty is a dream

Deprivation a reality

Our daily bread an illusion

We sigh–we weep—

As ruthless poverty

With its cold claws

Tears the heart from our children

We ask—WHY?

Surrounded by opulence

Invisible to arrogant greed

Anger simmers beneath the surface

We seek equality

We will have justice

If blood is the price

So be it.