Well dressed
well connected peacocks
obliviously
step over and around
the tattered retread people
who fight to survive
on the crumbs that fall
between the cracks
of our cold city
Those with means
look down
on those tattered ghosts
with a disgusting touch
of condescending smugness
Never wanting to see
the empty faces of poverty
Cops are called
to sweep the riff raff out
under the guise of public safety
lest the tourists stay away
but in reality
they come to bury
our safety net hypocrisy
and hide society's shame
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