Disregarded Palms

Walking fast, far and wide

Driving big new fancy rides

Speaking loud, tapping phones

Tinted view of the world

Behind dark framed sunglasses

Tainted with pre-conceived notions

Indifferent glances cast aside

Eye brows raised at lips that sigh

Hands waved rudely at those empty

Refusal freely given,

Acceptance strictly denied

To the little kid, barely dressed

Right next to his parents, always stressed

Their baby's cries, hardly empathized

A family of out casts, who've stretched their hands

Right from the beginning of their time

Stiff arms pale in comparison

To trembling bodies

Echoing stomachs, hollowness personified

The only dream they've ever dreamed

Is having enough, dare say more

To feed their tormented bellies,

To water their parched minds,

To wash the squalor away from their lives,

A dream that someone, someday

Will not look right past their screaming eyes

And will instead,

See the destruction within,

Thrust sustenance upon

Their bare, stripped arms.

Such dreams rarely materialize

Theirs is a story of scarred hearts

Mocked by tantalizing alms

That merely walk past them, never near enough

For no matter how far they stretch,

Their palms will be scorched by the sun

And will be left to shiver each night

Empty forever, until they die