Humanity crippled at every intersection

Spindly stumps lie lifelessly atop whirring wheels.

He weaves between sullen soulless safely-housed faces,

Who doggedly disregard his muted appeals,

Barely aghast – humanity devoid of graces.

His ebony arms – devoured by disease –

Laboriously, arduously, steer his steel cage.

His dimly-lit eyes seem to beg, please,

While his naive smile nobly belies this age.

The tattered threads of humanity

Jeer at him in the mourning rain.

The hollow pursuit of society

Ignobly ignores, to fester his pain.

We sow gold.

We plough greed.

We turn cold.

Distance – our creed.

Inspired by true events: a crippled man at a traffic light intersection.