Charity and Pity
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.
Panhandling coins from strangers on the street,
they're forced to beg for a living each day.
On pause, they wait for death to press delete,
there's little anyone can do or say.
When fractured egos start falling apart,
shame subsidizes the cost of each meal.
Laughter and ridicule can break a heart,
and yet, no one cares how the homeless feel.
Considered dregs in every big city,
they subsist on charity and pity.
(Sonnet)
09,25,2019
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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