Week 4 entry
Boy with a club foot
Towering above the diminished strip of earth,
Conquering the sky like a hero.
A king in his own mind.
His crutch slung over his shoulder,
Like a weapon.
His symbol of power.
Materialistic bliss is of no importance,
The life of a beggar is all that he knows.
Grateful of his existence,
He smiles.
He takes pride in simply being noticed.
If only the gap between wealth and misery
Were as wide
As the gap between his teeth.
A life of equality
Is all that he wishes to bequeath.
Thought of as nothing more
Than a lower class mute.
A parody ensues,
With his smile
The ability to amuse.
Today
If only for a day,
He shall be glorified
As though he were a saint,
With a few strokes of paint.
Cristina Lopez
Towering above the diminished strip of earth,
Conquering the sky like a hero.
A king in his own mind.
His crutch slung over his shoulder,
Like a weapon.
His symbol of power.
Materialistic bliss is of no importance,
The life of a beggar is all that he knows.
Grateful of his existence,
He smiles.
He takes pride in simply being noticed.
If only the gap between wealth and misery
Were as wide
As the gap between his teeth.
A life of equality
Is all that he wishes to bequeath.
Thought of as nothing more
Than a lower class mute.
A parody ensues,
With his smile
The ability to amuse.
Today
If only for a day,
He shall be glorified
As though he were a saint,
With a few strokes of paint.
Cristina Lopez