The New York Times recently invited readers to submit poetry using the financial crisis as inspiration. A few of my favorites:
i wanted to buy something
spend a grand or two.
But then I remembered what the tv said
about the future
about how I may not have a job.
So I sat by the window
the snow fall instead.
— Thomas Bernard, Charlotte, N.C.
Got no money coming in
so easily we turn to sin
Every day we reminisce
how did life end up like this.
Winters death lets hibernate
wake with spring to meditate
On what is real and what is fake
No more shopping for goodness sake
Back to the land, back to the earth
lets show mother nature what were worth.
— Christopher D Hayward, Southampton, NY
concern about poverty
is sparked anew.
— Gerry, Brooklyn