Contributor: Richard Schnap

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It was a day to forget
The beggar at the supermarket
Glued to his wheelchair
Hustling tickets for a raffle

It was a day to forget
The man arguing with himself
Who used to be a slumlord
Leasing houses without heat

It was a day to forget
The woman from the madhouse
Beseeching passing strangers
To pray she might find love

But it was a night to remember
That the fruits of the world
Are only privileges
And not just rights


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Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.