Willful Ignorance

Morning commuters in the hands of the drivers
War against the poor and on the train, these survivors
Capital slavery--hold your nose to the stone
Capital castaways--hold your nose going home.
Walk past, walk fast, head low and eyes down
Watch their mouth move, but you won't register their sounds
The bed they made left them on the cold ground
Mankind ignores the desperate: we simply step around
Crack in the sidewalk, crack on the street
It's these cracks that tell us where to place our feet
Earthquake still coming and we just turned up the heat
But our outdoor neighbors have no shade to beat
No place to eat without rats looking on
No cover to keep; all privacy is gone.
Insomniacs walking the city til dawn
Trash bags rattle on and on and on

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