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 © Richard Rodriguez | Year Posted 2019
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