Sonnets for the Invisible Ones

When hardened hearts ignore the plaintive tears

Of those who are invisible yet present,

They disregard the strugglers' hopes and fears

And make a situation more unpleasant.

Many suffer hazardous conditions

And work that earns a pittance but still brings

A lifestyle that won't kill their true ambitions.

How dare we think that they all live like kings!

Imagine living daily with the terror

Or harsh presentiment--with stress and pain--

Of knowing that despite abuse or error,

Your hands are tied, for you cannot complain.

Your life becomes a sad catch-22.

To keep on going is all that you can do.

 

Imagine fleeing poverty and war

And frightful acts of cruel persecution.

Your life at least is better than before,

But you await a permanent solution.

Your kids are now American at heart,

But jobs and college cause much consternation.

You work two jobs; you try to do your part;

Yet there's the constant threat of deportation.

When people turn their heads and look away,

A blaze of cruel injustice wildly rages.

The ones affected most can have no say

In how to fix what's NOT worked well for ages.

Solutions lacking heart are cold and numbing

And demonstrate how ugly we're becoming.

 

(2-23-17)

Reviews

[Vera]

I really like this poem. It's very insightful and it shows how the invisible ones feel. I especially like the line "Your life becomes a sad catch-22." How they are in a bad situation but it can't really get better. An excellent job.