Broken People
Broken people aren't easily repaired,
born to poverty; their futures look bleak.
As society's throwaways, they're scared;
and the tales they tell: will make your eyes leak.
They panhandle from strangers on the street:
begging for a living day after day.
On pause, they wait for Death to hit delete:
for they have no reason to want to stay.
As fractured egos start to fall apart,
shame subsidizes the cost of each meal.
Laughter and ridicule can break a heart,
and yet, no one cares how the homeless feel.
They're treated as the dregs of the city:
surviving in a world without pity.
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