On the Streets Elleipsi Stegis

They sit alone the discarded those we choose not to see dirty blankets and dirty faces while we walk on by They sit in the darkness afraid vulnerable, cold and hungry sleeping in snatches as rats roam the streets while we lay in our warm houses how many tears do they shed in fear, in hunger and in desperation? I say a prayer each night- to keep you safe those of you, young and old and inbetween men, women and even children while we walk on by- and chose not to see. Today I saw twenty homeless people on the streets of my home town-why?