Mr Superior

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Cover image: pixabay.com.

Submitted: January 14, 2020

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Mr Superior

Sitting back in the limousine

he studies his i-pad

and remains oblivious to the squalor,

the sickness and starvation

that are there outside

on the dusty streets.

None of his business

for he is ‘The Man’;

the one the whole world

holds in esteem,

the one they all want to impress.

The hotel is just a block away,

but you won’t find

one single local inside,

dirtying their carpets

or muddying their reputation.

The limo parks and the door is held open

for ‘The Man’ to step outside.

He is booted and suited,

not dressed for the place but the part.

Shame, he should have worn a mask,

for the stench that hits him

makes him pause

and in that moment of hesitation,

a child appears and falls at his feet.

Nothing more than skin and bone,

hair lost from malnutrition;

in spite of the heat

the child shivers as he begs.

What does he want?

Water and food,

both commodities that ‘The Man’

has never gone short of -

along with all the rest, but that’s a different tale to tell.

The Man’ looks down,

his lips curled in distaste

at the wasted life before him.

How dare this child approach him?

He who is worth more than all of the beggars put together.

He clicks his fingers and, in an instant,

hands appear and lift the child

roughly from his hands and knees

to toss him in the gutter.

And look at him now, ‘The Man’,

as he brushes off the nasty taste

and steps up to the door

as though the world is his oyster

and he is the King.

What a sin!


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