SOLDIERS

MARCH

TO THE

LEFT

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave publishing

Copyright@2026

Brothers, sisters—

Soldiers march from the left of me,

always have the best of me.

Pull up a chair.

Lend me your ear.

The topic is poverty.

How we can take it

Away from those foes

, secret elite societies?

It is about a single mother

who raises four children without a father.

She did all that she could,

But society and her children

could never understood.

Parliament provides a supplement for only one,

while the other youths fade out of the system.

Her first son entered the war.

He was her only one,

shot down from the front line,

except for his untrusted crew.

Parliament awarded an honorary medal

with a small eulogy.

The mother was not allowed to receive his pension,

because Parliament failed to comply with the compensation.

It was a debt that she owed from the duration of his birth.

They taxed his pension.

Meanwhile, she and her family resided

in the ranking #3 most dangerous slums,

a two-duplex apartment.

She was determined to beat the system through prostitution.

Her middle child earned a degree.

She cries when night arrives,

for being a street hawk,

just trying to stay alive.

While she stares at the ceiling,

she impatiently waits for her master.

While she is on top,

a pillow miserly falls over their heads.