Posted by Christinne Vignon. on March 05, 2005 at 15:41:53:
In Reply to: Having Survived Life East of Equity, Kinda. posted by LiBbey Joplin. on March 05, 2005 at 03:39:45:
Oui, c'est bravo,impressionnant! Il a un sourire fort à ses mots. J'ai apprécié votre centre ville de lecture de poésie sur le Metro aujourd'hui, LiBbey. Soyez bon jusqu'à ce que je vous revoie. Your poem Libbey is beautiful and passionate. If I may, I would like to also use it/to give it to my senior students at the university, when we begin the study of poetry. I'm always hoping that I can move them in the direction of compassion and concern for others.
Mes meilleurs sentiments,
Christinne Vignon, Citoyens d'Ontario pour l'élimination des politiques sociales malsaines.
Having Survived Life East of Equity, Kinda.
LiBbey Joplin.
Sundown, second week..
Month's end?
Bittersweet half way, unsung...
Folks outta food again.
Hard to breathe hope once Life's wounds
Go Social Assistance.
Madame Citoyen Avec Culotte,
Save us from depraved socialized indifference?
October rains a cold,
Too tired to revel in Life's joy.
Yes, sleeps the harsh knowings of dreamt direness.
Awake, awake four walls 2:38 am,
Hunger..
Buried alive in penalty,
After the fact of injury
Is the hour's chill.
And the little birds I know say paupers can't be choosers,
but folks fight to sing, all the same.
Bones hurt to move/ Ontario Works? No, no and no.
Then, in a faithful moment,
Give a dawg a bone,
A burger may become the good mental health of a small comfort.
Yet, the hut you crash iz a likely trick done according to Hoyle.
Yes, sicker-by-the-day desiccates the unfortified.
Ontario Disability Support Program Act is a legislated lament.
Nine years Machiavellian-Altruism
ruined us in untold ways.
Cupboards bare,
Kraft-Dinner and do-more-with-less ain't no goodness
to be named healthy.
O'Mercy, fiscal conservatism..
Wounds upon wounds--Misery as dignity?
Sad, the anxious suffrage of Survivors
is the measure of "Our" society's worth.
Poverty, it's a wicked business--Scurrilous, yes?
Guess, it's the scrooge in each,
that's the custodian of making crazy.
So, now some work late to build equity in the Ontario of 2003,
And counting--There in civility stands: "Injury, Privation, Neglect and
Disservice,"
They are the daughters and sons of much misrepresentation.
Poverty's Survivor,
In the End and so the Beginning
it's a 24-7 act of courage!
And there in umbrella's rat carried on playing in the rain,
Singing: "Aucune crédibilité sans qualité de la vie--No credibility without quality of the life!"
Oui,
Ne lâche pas--Faites, société civile!
All in confustication,
just the signs of "Our" times...Those whom are said to be,
Far upon high,
Kingdom come,
Rex Maximus, erat rex nomine,
sed non postestate.
A finger'd rebuke for the Kings in name,
but not in [T]ruth,
nor power.
Ah wonder yeass,
Shine on,
In praise Poverty's Survivor!
EnD.
©2005 LiBbey Joplin, all rights reserved, Toronto, Canada. End of the Block Ink. Outil édité d'enseignement, institut dans la gestion et développement de la Communauté, Université de Concordia. Montréal,Québec.
This poem is dedicated and written for all those living at or below the poverty cut-off line--Meaning, all the working poor, beat for broke ailing vulnerable and System-Survivors living with disablities, who are "Our" Society's disenfranchised living at risk of social assistance, homelessness and/or homeless, everyday.
Reflection: "I sit on a man's back, choking him and making him carry me, and yet I assure myself and others that I am very sorry for him and wish to ease his lot by all possible means - except by getting off his back." - Leo Tolstoy.