Social Justice Poetry

Leaving the Station | A Social Justice Poem by Donal Mahoney

Each morning
I step from the train
and march with the others

leaving the station.
The weatherman’s warned of rain
so we’re armed

with umbrellas,
our briefcases swinging.
Across from the station

there’s an old hotel
high in the sky. King Kong,
everyone calls it.

In tall windows
old men appear,
disappear, reappear.

It is August in Chicago
and the old men wear
overcoats and homburgs

so no one can steal them.
They light cigarettes,
mumble and curse

at the daily parade
leaving the station.
Traffic is thick

but even in winter
no one looks up
since no one can hear them.

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