March of the Dispossessed
He walked out of the job centre through a group of youths. What a joke! All the qualifications and experience in the world couldn’t get you employed these days. He’d been searching for six months and not even a reply.
The crowd was a regular sight around the centre. People huddled there in the cold waiting to see their employment advisors. Some of them were half-starved, barely keeping their head above water. Others had just left school. They all had the same look in their eyes. That `the economy’s gone to hell; I won’t be getting paid anytime soon.’ look.
My entry for this months writing prompt at: Velvet Verbosity
Click here to read my poem of the same title: March of the Dispossessed
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