Poverty In the Streets
By the street corners you'll find them lost and hungry. As they sit there, we pass as if they don't exist as if they are not human beings.
Their cloths are torn their shoes are broken into pieces. They sit there as if they are lost and confused.
Their mouths dry like the sand in the desert. As we look into their eyes we can tell of their struggle, we can tell of a story the saddens the soul.
We watch as they walk around helpless in need of our assistance. As we walk past them, we witness the brokenness in their fingers.
There are those who walk with faith in their hearts, there are also those who walk with emptiness in their hearts.
The streets have eaten their faith. Inside their immune system you'll find nothing but pain.
They are used to the struggle, they've encountered a lot in the streets, but despite this they are able to wake up in the morning and live like you and me.
Poverty in the streets.
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