Our Callous World
- a Poem
- by Crystal David John
Folks as usual passed her by,
Each of them had their work.
Few paused to look,
Some stopped to sigh,
Others tossed a coin,
And hurried by.
All forsook
She lay, crumpled and dirty,
Gaunt, and weak, and sick.
Not spoken to –
Not cared for –
Not loved –
Who could spare the time,
In this non-stop world
To wait upon her?
So, there she lay
Day after day
Watching people pass her by.
Life of the beggar
Was sure so forlorn,
And as years pass by
She would soon be gone
No one could care less
To even remember!
All we do is exploit the poor
By earning credit
Framing policies
To alleviate poverty!
All our actions are but paradoxical
And life a sham, and so hypocritical!
Crystal David John
from Chennai, in Tamil Nadu, India, is a feminist economist who loves nature. She has a Ph.D. in Economics. A writer and an artist, Crystal is an advocate of gender equality and has inspired hundreds of students every year. Her writings are stimulating and satirical, and focus on women, the environment and the marginalised.
