Village Without a Name

I stand within the village, the village without a name. It's proxy without willing, to give the homeless a place to stay. Thus unfettered, ...undeterred, they built a village, in the woods. Every existence needs a home, ...yet the unwanted always struggle. They claw uphill, white flag upheld. The cry for mercy, always ignored, taunted, ...at gun barrel; Humanity's war, ...on the poor. Who in turn, ...hide in the woods like animals who were never people. Humanity denied, ...their crime? (An empty wallet) unjustified? The tears that poverty cries, ...are in turn, themselves; denied. Denied a bed, denied a roof, denied some warmth, some clothing; denied their right to eat, to live; who incriminates their kin? An apple that fell from a tree, ...and landed in the ocean, finds itself a league away (floundering) in wretch and poverty, ...whose mother has forsaken it's reason for being born. We find ourselves old, ...and living in a tent -in the woods on scraps and charity; ...weathering threats that we should move, because we remind them of reality and the heart's despair that they have lost. What is humanity's cost? ...if these people are forced to move, away from a village without a name, ...back into homelessness they never wanted, by a culture whose welcome; ...they overstayed. What price is payed?