He Cannot Sleep
He cannot sleep
with eyes wide open
he does not see enough light
through this blinding darkness
he feels the recession thundering
like an enormous quake
on a Richter scale
with unfathomable
logarithmic upheaval
as joblessness
cries out for mercy
rising like a tsunami
in tumultuous waves
wallowing in our hopes
for a better tomorrow
often times
job openings make mockery
of our social fabric
lashing away with emptiness
or nibbling away
at our broken dreams
like piranhas
only leaving our bones
for the breakfast table
with our eyes wide open
he cannot sleep
we cannot sleep
sleep.
poem by Leonard Dabydeen
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