the privileged at play
This was just one of Shore School’s Year 12 challenges
Find a homeless man.
Look in one of the city’s darkest, loneliest corners, if you dare ..
or under the bushes outside the Town Hall.
A city park. Somewhere away from the lights.
Look for a man huddled on a bench there, alone,
or asleep in an abandoned car in some littered alleyway,
or just lying on the footpath, his soiled belongings scattered about him.
Unwashed, unshaven, his clothes stiff with grime.
Ignore the smell of his body, his unwashed clothes, the putrid stink of his shit.
Find him. White or black. Brown or yellow.
Young or old.
A woman whose mind has abandoned her, a woman with a past she can’t remember.
Her parents, brothers, sisters.
A woman nobody remembers.
Wretched people you rarely see in daylight. They hide.
Ashamed. Beaten down. Hunted away. They scuttle from place to place like wild dogs caught raiding restaurant bins. They beg, their blackened hands outstretched and misted eyes waiting for a blur to stop and a coin to drop.
Find them. It shouldn’t be too hard.
Take some of your friends with you, the more there are the better luck you will have.
Find one. They are always alone. There is nothing to fear.
Then walk over to it, lean over it, look down on it
Then spit on it.