A Poem About Social Failure
Wandered out of the woods
And into the yard
She walked up the street
On the corner
With the kids
For the school bus.
The driver would not let her on
Because she was not
In that school district.
Without an education
She remained homeless
And lived on handouts.
This poem is a little absurd on the surface but what if you were to think about it for a bit and consider the metaphor of the dear then questions arise. Is she a generation? a class in our society? or a community in our nation?
What is the metaphor of the school bus driver? or the kids waiting for the bus?
Are we guilty of assuming that some cannot improve their lives and are forever confined to a certain level of well-being or lack thereof?
Are our actions perpetuating a system where some will be oppressed by economic boundaries and not able to better themselves but must depend on others?
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(c) Adron Dozat 2016