Vanity And Greed - Skeletons And Skids

         It was a sad spring day, Nobody looked back during rush hour. People were flooding the streets, like river that broke bank protection. No one saw skid row in an old grey army coat sitting by the stone fence belonging to a huge World Bank building down town. On one side there was poverty in it s best, smudged birded John Doe with eyes lost in the distance. On the other side there was a big fat bank, with thousands of neat employees, digging through their papers, tablets, mobile phones. It was like that new brave democratic world was divided finally to masters and their slaves on one side, and on those lost souls with nothing to loose but their freedom to sleep under the boardwalk. Someone would say that this is true face of New York. But I am not sure. I think that this is true face of this sad world.
        Again on some social web page someone put the picture from Africa. Skeleton more than a woman giving jug of water to a skeleton more than a child. Most of those who watched that picture just scrolled on with a mouse down, pretending that they do not see. Few people looked and remembered, and few of them cried. Few showed their empathy and bought some UN postcards that they will never send to anyone. Loneliness, loneliness, loneliness. All around, just loneliness. Most of us do not care, you know, day to day problems, mortgages, loans, pay rates, interest rates, money, banks like monsters waiting for you to come to your knees so they can take your home, your land and make you free, make you in a skid row from the beginning of this story.
       I just truly, really, ask, from the depth of my hart, without any judging or even bitterness, until when? Until when they will load their asses and mouths and noses and eyes, and ears, until when? That load is doomed to come to an end. All those skeletons and skid rows are eating their loaded souls. They will eventually eat them as well. The only thing is that there is nothing in those souls to be eaten. They already traded them for caviar and cars and boats and houses and their huge Bank buildings. Probably the void inside keeps them on the strings of their vanity and greed...