Dead by the Side-walk.
He laid there silently,
Shoulders drooped and a pale face.
With frozen hair and blackened eyes,
He laid on the pavement.
The passerby's looked in disgust,
Some refrained to even look.
He laid there waiting for the imminent,
For the final sleep.
Winters were cold that year,
So was the cold heart.
There was scarcity everywhere,
A pandemic had just hit.
Farms had closed,
Even the capitalist's had crumbled.
Survival mode was the call,
Empathy had been lost.
There was dead silence,
The street lights dimmed in.
The hustle and bustle had ceased for now,
Every inch of society suffered.
The hunters became scavengers,
The high and Posh stooped low to survive.
The most affected was him,
the vermin of the food chain.
He whispered to himself of all the good times.
A good job and marriage, even his forgotten children.
Now he had nothing on him, not even a name.
A nameless man died in a city full of warm beds and cold hearts.
The context of the poem is regarding the recent pandemic situation. There are countless people who have succumbed to the mismanagement of COVID-19. I am very fortunate to have survived the economic collapse but not turned a blind eye to the less fortunate ones.
The poem revolves mostly around a homeless person and how he observes the cold winter night. For him, the cold heart of humanity is more threatening than the winter snow. It was my effort to empathize with the ones who had been extremely unfortunate during the pandemic.
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