Poem: I Worship the Downtrodden by Mark Tulin

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.

Author, poet, short story writer from Santa Barbara, California. I write about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching present in California. These are narratives that may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

12 comments on “Poem: I Worship the Downtrodden by Mark Tulin

  1. This is a beautiful prayer and I wish more people would think like you.

  2. Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Powerful and worthwhile words by a talented writer.

  3. I did enjoy your work today. Honest and good words shared. Thank you Mark.

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