The Lost

Tue, 07/05/2016 - 14:32 -- GBBAJ

The people

not equal

of every age

some teenage

They don't have eggs

so they beg

and ask anyone

because they have all but none

stuck ouside with a sign

because they are alone and can't dine

with dirty clothes

full of holes

something not too far from deprived

when all they want is to be revived

 

On the floor they fold

outside in the cold

they are all drenched

because they live on a park bench

They want to cuddle

out under the tunnel

Some think they have no heart

because they push a shopping cart

On their knees

praying to get out of misery

The only life they know

with no place to go

A home is their preference

So lets make a difference

and make a killin'

Lord willin'

This poem is about: 
My country

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