Tent Cities
Have seen tent cities stretching out so far
The forgotten ones sleeping their car
Going without simple things
The happiness that running water brings
Eating yourself full pushing yourself from a table
To some a full belly is but a fable
Rain falling turning to snow
No matter how cold the blow.
You find them there,
Ain't fair
Does any one even care
The forgotten ones
Our own daughters and sons
Feeling
Reeling
Struggling just to get by
Sometimes you can hear them cry
Hope is a memory long since faded
Even jaded
Hand outs some times comes long as a picture of them they can take
Makes their help fake
Time to awake
The forgotten ones
They shiver from more than the cold.
Their rights have been sold
Someone's mother , father ,sister or brother sleeping in the rain.
We must erase this stain
They feel no one care
To have hope, they don't dare
Again, ain't fair
It is growing
And it is showing
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