Poem: I Worship the Downtrodden by Mark Tulin
Powerful and worthwhile words by a talented writer.
I worship the ugliness that most people shield their eyes from
I worship the man who breathes through the tubes of an oxygen tank
I worship the man in the wheelchair who could barely make it uphill
I worship the woman with catheter bags attached to her waist
I worship the hunchback whose head is bent and never sees the sky
I worship the migrant worker who stoops in the hot fields all day
I worship the man with the clubfoot who limps down a broken street
I worship the teen who cuts herself after losing her best friend
I worship the mocked and ridiculed by the rich and powerful
I worship the victims who suffer from poverty and war
I worship the disenfranchised, the oppressed, and those the world ignores.