A Gloomy Survivorship

Talking and walking alone in the pavement Whine of children breaks silent to their parents The red lights a road up, we stop till green Old lady with upturning hands Said “give me a coin!” Was ignored by everyone sense Children sits under a big tree Laid above some packs of cardboard Was oppressed with atmosphere Tears between ordinary and the upper Means unequal of possibility class Peace had gone, simply over a piece gap