Poverty

I stand in awe of the cruelty of your devastation.
In torment, I watch as hunger stalks,
Its rabid teeth bared, dripping.
Cold fingers grip me, tearing,
As I see the homeless,
Their empty eyes staring out
Glazed, impenetrable,
Semi-soulless in their pain.
There is an anguished scream
That rips into the darkness,
Into the night.
But it is not their scream
It is mine.
For I stand, impotent,
Crying for them.