May 10, 2010
By Kari Hammond BRONZE, Carbondale, Illinois
Kari Hammond BRONZE, Carbondale, Illinois
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A yellow light glows
flooding down the hill,
a sunrise we will never see
from the idle place,
our darkened pit of consistent sleep,
gathered with the others
for another night of defeat.
Alleviation passes me as
you observe my suffering
from comfortable loft,
Mister executive,
among the birds,
atop the trees,
high on your wall,
barrier to my breeze.
I burn before you,
I go down in this heat.
the frozen fire,
keeps burning
but is never relieved.

The author's comments:
I see the richest people in the town I live in always caring about themselves, but never really reaching out to help those below them. I can walk down the same street and on one end I will see a very nice 4500+ sq. ft. home and on the other end see dirty, run-down housing. I see people at my school that can't afford to eat lunch. I was really moved to write this piece to show how this plays out.

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