Homeless Masses

HOMELESS MASSES



I am just one of the masses 
that you see in the underpasses 
carrying the placard signs; 
that may read; 
disabled vet, homeless,
or feed me please; 
but you’ve become adapt,
at avoiding our eyes, 
and to no surprise. 
for we’ve become invisible to all, 
but the sainted few, 
or those that need to feel sainted;
so some of us go hungry 
while others go cold, 
all the while
the elements take there 
toll;
our hair is unkempt, our clothes disheveled,
our shoes have holes the size of medals, 
and the smell;
well, what can I say, 
you try walking in our shoes for a day; 
so when you drive by, don’t avoid our eyes
see us for who we are, 
acknowledge us from your car, 
               for;
I am just one of the masses,
that you see in the underpasses,
carrying the placard
sign
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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