Troubled Souls

Dear Mr Politician why can’t you see The destruction and chaos in your own country Kensington Philadelphia The big black hole Desperate for help For its lost troubled souls Sitting on a footpaths Filth all around Searching for a vein That cannot be found Homeless, addicted Suffering, pain Guilt, despair Sadness , blame Violence, abuse Rejection, neglect Having never known value, Worth or respect Helpless, trapped Desperate ,alone No food, no shelter Nowhere to call home Infection ,sickness In body and mind Slowly dying From a life so unkind Open wounds on body, heart and soul Numbing agony But never whole Body and spirit battered Buried dreams and goals Wasted talent Descending further in the hole Tragic stories of childrens Unheard pleas Abandoned and unloved Destined for addiction disease No protection when children No hugs when they cried Now lost beings Broken inside Now vulnerable individuals Ignored and unseen In need of kindness and compassion To get healthy and clean They are not invisible Are no less than you Just stuck in affliction Not knowing what to do So…Mr Politician why don’t you see The help needed in your own country A dire situation in your very own nation A big black hole ladened with lost troubled souls