Homeless living your life in a bottle.
Homeless on the street,
homeless in the sun.
Homeless in the rain and the snow without no food to eat.
Homeless and empty,
homeless and distressed,
and upset with nowhere really to sleep.
Homeless and without safety,
and fearing so many people that you meet.
Homeless and subject to vicious attacks.
Homeless and subject to verbal savagery,
that is inflicted because of the lack of compassion,
and because there is nowhere really to go,
where you can feel relaxed.
Homeless,
a second-class citizen at that,
and why is it so,
because no one seems to take enough time,
to make time to understand,
and it is a sad state of affairs,
and it seems like the end of the world,
and the end of life,
in this misery of the damned,
but when will it end,
when will it end because no one seems to do enough,
and no one seems to care enough,
and no one will barely take the time to get to know you,
and to get to know who you are,
when you are homeless,
because you are just trash in the gutter to them,
and you are easy prey and open to abuse,
and life is far too short,
and in the streets, there is no respite,
and barely anywhere to go,
that you can feel human again,
and on the street’s life is so belittling,
and dirty and violent and threatening,
to children, women, and men,
and this is no life,
and how sad a place it is upon the streets,
where so many people lose their lives,
because of the lack of compassion in humanity,
and oh, how terrible it is this, insanity,
and how it hurts,
to see humanity so uncaringly,
never solving the problems of the world so frequently.
