Hopelessness

Pain , Pain, all around I see. Pain and hopelessness, in hollow eyes, of the old and sick. The dregs of society. Wandering from one Doss to another. Filled with despair. Too old, or sick to work. Though many are intelligent, well educated, they are rejected. Thrown on lifes ever growing heap. For whatever reason, they gave up their struggle, and now they huddle, in a jumble of confusion, disorder and mess. In their cardboard homes, Neath the cities domes. Till the street cleaner moves them on. With cold jets of water in the early hours. I wonder how many of them fought for our freedom? Brains damaged from the fight. Reduced to this sad plight. To be re-paid with this uncaring upheaval