Being Homeless, Poor
A voice crying out in the wilderness
Without a response
No one hears its cries
As the hoarse winds roar
A rhythm beats out in the classroom
Without a thought
No one cares he’s there
In the daily school bore
A sigh breaths out of the parent
Without remorse
No one sees the abuse
Inside the front door
A passion burns out in the artist
Without composition
No one cared so
She’ll create no more
A lust runs out between the sheets
Without fanfare
No one saw the marriage ending
Each burned to the core
A lady passes out in the alley
Without hope
No one will miss her
Being homeless, poor
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