"Will work for food", slate hanging around neck,
Eyes engulfed in hatred, cursing life, anger against God.
An old black man looks at passing vehicles on Sunset blvd,
every passing moment multiplies his misery and hunger.
Staring into the eyes of every driver at lights
the hopes dwindling, but he continues to wish,
This is Los angeles, the old man probably forgot that.
No one have few moments to share his pain,
every being is chasing time,
work, traffic, smog, bills is their life.
It is a mad world , and everyone is busy,
the old man senses some ridiculous process inside him,
Holding the side post, he looks up in the sky,
Questions, Why Me?, with anguish, I hate 'You',
and he collapses, on Sunset Blvd.
Mayor's 1996 BMW  becomes victim of his body.
a kind, caring and social worker mayor, dials 911 from his cell,
10 CHP, 5 fire brigades and 3 ambulances pollute air with sirens.
Fox 11, CNN, ABC & CBS were ready to air LIVE.
Breaking News, "An old black man dead for food"
a helicopter lifts the dead body .
One more is dead, just for few loafs of bread,
One more becomes a victim of our materialistic fast life,
where they can rush at a push of a button to take him dead, not alive.