trepidation
trepidation becomes a crime,
when you're homeless
and taking up room,
in the warmth
of the lamp-lights
to stay safe,
where there's cameras,
The corporations
regard you worse than
a police horse's deed
The late night
of clubbing on the beat
and I'm not talking
the choir of a night scene
but those so wearily
and just trying to sleep,
told to move on to where
but anywhere but illuminating,
sink into the foul darkness
you don't pay any taxes,
They're so empty
of empathy
in deadened souls
and once loyalty
and hundreds
of thousands
money taken
greedily
are buried to
pockets.
Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey Hayward | Year Posted 2025
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