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