I see her standing in the half light;
Begging with her infant;
Between the dumbed delusion
Of a hope she’d had ,
And the vileness of a memory
Of a hurt to painful to express
I see him lying in the half life
Between the drug induced deception
In the sidewalk ;
Of what should ;
And what could have been
I see them languish in the half hope
Between the nightmare and the dream
Languishing in the wrath
That will only burn all hope .
I see myself the half-ness of my pity
The emptiness of my sympathy
For those who’ve endured
Beyond my capacity to understand .
And how the maths
Just don’t stack up.
I see us all who live across the street from halves
And know that from some injustice ;
Because of some quirk of birth
Make us , by some uneven calculation,
Make us have; And them -have not.
And lets us live ; in the fullness of the light
And rejoice in full , not half
And yet not feel the pity
But rant about our self contented lives
And our self deservedness of hope .
Between austerity and extravagance
Between the twilight and the dawn
The beams of opportunity
And the incessant clouds of doom.
No pennies thrown into a crumpled cap;
Or parsimonious shuffling in the pocket ;
Will brighten their agonising plight
As we turn and coyly ,
Walk away , from this ungainly sight.
Knowing that if we always get the full ,
They can only ever get the half;
Half hope ; half life ; half pity.
Because we can see in broad day light
Not half of anything
Not half light ; not half hope ;
But the full cup of full privilege .
When you or I linger on the brighter margins
Between the halves who have ;
And those who have had less than half fortune
To have ; to hold to dream to hope .
And they so bereft of any expectation.
We all stand in the half light between
Oppression and opportunity
We stand accused