Shadowing The Poor
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A stifling sun announces a perfectly weathered day
as rays of light display a falling mockery apon the reposed
that hide the act of those who exit the days existing shadows
lists of trifling humans lay pissed; by living in a desperate way
Bags as beds lay on pavement sleeping through the sun light
homeless living in a mess of a home surviving of scraps of humanity
Yet we pity their vanity, with stares scoffing at their insanity
while unfashionably wearing rags as threads, trends ones type
a mournful sight sleeps on a park bench during a tiresome morning
before the birds sing, night brings homeless scavangers attackin trash bins
driving steel carts stolen from quickie marts to easily stash possessions
questions manifest towards those who rest on streets with no supporting
Aborting their stay the government brings bright light to the situation
a phase also taken on by troubled citizens who handle it forcefully
instead of orderly; cases of homeless deaths always end morbidly
a sad story invisioned with knowledge lacking cuz no one cares to listen
Sitting silently in the city i see cardboards homes, housing old men
slowly eating out of a used tin can, in the corner of a grungy building
then watching young grungy adults make a living off nearly living
sickening...yet it melts my heart to see kids mess with homeless women
Young with out a home or lazy an growing old its depressing we know
that a tale of the unfortunate,coordinates with the day light shadows
hiding the poor ones who seek our help
as we pass them in disgust....
....shadowing our wealth
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