When by Jack Hirschman

When I saw in the council chambers of the big city the mouths of the council members opening and coming down on the fat sandwiches that'd been delivered to their places, coming down and chewing and leaning over talking with half-stuffed mouths, or heads thrown back laughing, their bellies chortling, and all the while one after another homeless person stood not far from them but far enough from them before a microphone requesting help for their most basic human wounds, protesting against a syndrome without alternatives except for skid-row hotels or a concentration camp in the downtown desert; –...