Hooverville Poems | Examples

Change

Home is this gutter
Out of the windy cold
Hidden under rags
An afghan of trials
and tribulations
And memories of failed
tests

Family is foreign
An unfamiliar song
Pounded out on an out
Of tune piano
Littered with broken strings

Language is guttural
As is survival
With neighbors coughing
Around to keep me from sleeping

And the squeaking of shopping carts

This modern day Hooverville
Is forced upon me
By futile unfounded expense
For war abroad
Rather than at home
Where freezing starvation is as
Much an enemy as liquor and 
Crack

This is a battlefield where guns do not
Sound
Nor sirens
Salvation’s chorus
Marked with red crosses

Defeat and despair
Do not flounder as we do
They thrive
And feed
When we do not

All I ask for is a little Change.