Homeless
Where do the homeless go
when the streets are covered in snow
and they fear the safety of the shelters
as they edge away to hide beyond the so called helpers?
Where do the homeless go
when loneliness and poverty are buried by the snow
and all the pleasures of life and living are gone
with no hope or dreams seem song of a dying swan?
Empty buildings, vacant schools, disassembled hospitals stand
as homeless live in subways, alleys, streets, parks, cars, places unplanned
forced to pick up few belongings and move on out of sight
fade away and disappear into the darkness of the night.
Politicians, millionaires, wall street guru genius live assuage
and argue fifteen dollars is too much an hourly wage
while they live and spend unconditionally their monetary exchange
without thought or concern for the homeless poor and shortchanged.
Who are the homeless on the street
with their few possessions that they keep?
Once your neighbors, now house foreclosed,
once the soldier who fought your wars,
once the youth who lost their way
once your parent who could not say,
but for the grace of God
there go you and I.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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