Without Hope

Written by: R. e. taylor

Without Hope

Floating just below the clouds
Look and you can see the heavens
All the stars and beauty of the universe
Below the rich live their easy lives
Others live on cat food
Not knowing where they will rest their heads
Yet they look into the heavens I see
While the wrap themselves in torn blankets
Crawling into a cardboard box they call home
They pray to a god who doesn't care
And they die without an answer
Without a decent meal
Shivering in a cold December night
Frozen in time without hope