An old car <br />Moves slowly <br />Through cold rain; <br />A modern city <br />Grows ancient <br />In the sad fog <br />Of urban despair. <br /> <br />A woman’s dirty hair <br />Is pulled <br />By an oily hand <br />In a rat-infested <br />Motel room. <br /> <br />God ignores suffering <br />But also kindly turns his head <br />To the indiscriminate sex <br />That helps the hopeless <br />Alleviate poverty-born <br />Unrelenting stress.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-s-dirty-hair/
