Faces In the Night

I see many faces appearing in the night Societies outcast oblivious to perils which accompany their plight Dressed in dingy costumes, Masquerading as Creatures weary of a painful life Sleeping in desolate quarters Oh what a hellish sight I see familiar faces emerging from the dark A talented musician unable to Profit from his outmoded art A woman of withered countenance knowing only Sorrow and misery which encompass her heart A wandering squatter Deemed unfit by society to play a part I have seen the faces that occupy the night Hearing their voices their struggle For an essential right A chance to survive the cruel frigid night For the homeless survival is an endless fight