SMILING ASSASSINS

When I say, “I’m desperate,”
They smile and say, “I know,”
When I ask for a little succour
They smile and then say, “No!”

 They’re smiling at my poverty
They’re smiling at my pain,
I tell them that I’m starving
So they smile, and smile again.

They smile to see me suffer
And when I ask for help,
They say they’d like to help me, but
“You’ve got to help yourself!”

I live in utter destitution
Well below the poverty line,
I try to make them care a bit
But they smile and say, “That’s fine.”

They smile to see me bleeding
Half-dead on Melbourne’s streets,
They smile and say they cannot
Help me back onto my feet.

THE END
© Copyright 2021, Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia