Shadows

Another night, The chill aches in their bones, Trash-can fires light up the cold night, Some dig through the garbage, For something to eat, Others try to find warmth, In a box, In a corner out of the wind, Ther stomaches growl, When was the last time they had eaten, Only God knows, Thier homes are gone, They will do anything, For even a scrape of food and drink, How can one so covered in filth, Expect to get a job? Simply b/c they do not smell or look clean, They are shadows, Homeless, Forgotten, Shadows.