Rome
they say,
was burning
and its monarch
was playing fiddle...
The neo Neros, today,
pour fuel on the fire-flames...
Caste, color, creed, religion, sect,
Each thing is bundled up as fine fuel
With our dreams, all these burn into ashes.
They give us loud calls to quench the fire.
Dousing the flame, they say, is our task.
Fire might swamp our little huts.
We should just fight the fire.
Isn't this our sole task?
Neros will not stop.
We must lose all.
Homelessly
We must
Roam
I'm the result
of a sin
I have no place
where to live
all what I hold
inside me
homelessly goes
down the stream.
I'm the result
of a crime
I have no fort
where to hide
so I can heal
and close my eyes
and feel no pain
once in my life.
Jessica
Roaming Homelessly
I've no house no home
I the homeless wonder roam
I've no house no home
10/13/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Jake Has Nowhere To Go
By Elton Camp
When he was a bouncing baby boy
Jake was his parents’ pride and joy
Childhood was what it should be
Playful, happy and of worry free
He followed advice to stay in school
To avoid a life disappointing and cruel
Employment came as a matter of course
His life promised to be free of remorse
Marriage and children came along too
Jake’s fondest dreams all came true
How it all changed, he hardly knew
With happiness, Jake was through
His lifelong employer shut down
At his age, no job was to be found
His resentful wife abandoned Jake too
With him, his children were through
Homelessly living on the street
Jake was forced to accept defeat
He trudged into a dark downpour
And sadly never seen anymore
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