Written at the Red Rose Cafe on the corner of Dawson Street and Stephens Green.
A man is begging against the post box in the centre of the picture.
As in society, he is practically invisible in the bigger picture.
On a marble seat at a cafe I sit
And slowly sip my coke
And write verse in the sparkling rain
I think it is a joke
That less than twenty yards from here
I passed within the hour
An addicted, homeless, hopeless man
Beside the streets of power
In a land of empty houses
That they now wish to tear down
I wonder... is our President
Really Marie Antoinette without a crown?
Written at the Red Rose Cafe on the corner of Dawson Street and Stephens Green. 
