Collective Unrest

 

Bleeding Out

April 10, 2019

This is how the rich abandon the poor

we forget them because we can, over and

over again

          Don’t you see?

This is how the poor stay voiceless

common slaves to our dictates, they cannot

hold us to account

          Do you see?

This is how the poor die young

victims of the impunity that pays

cops for their blood

          Have you seen?

The blood, blood

on the street

it cries out

          Even if you don’t

 

 

Ann van Wijgerden is an Englishwoman married to a Dutchman – hence her ongoing battle to pronounce her own name – and lives in Manila, the Philippines. Ann works at an NGO which tries to ensure children living in some of the worst slum areas of the city are able to complete their education, from preschool to university; www.youngfocus.org. While teaching English is her passion, and speaking is her joy, writing keeps Ann reasonably sane. Blogs at: https://medium.com/@annvanwijgerden and https://crackedceiling.blog/blog/

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