Do Something

Created during the 'Poets Under Pressure' competition which you can read about here.

Why are you just standing there?

Stop it!

Why are you looking at me?

Why?

Why do you glare at me

with that big black eye?

Do something or get out of here.

that is my school money you're looking at

lying broken in dust

Those are Sunday's empañadas

now swamped in flies

I don' t want your water

I don't want sad eyes

Give me coins for sheep

or go away and let me and my family die.