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Without a Home

I saw eyes stare and scold with no remorse|

Passing by making assumptions|

Disdained prejudgments|

Looking the other way|

Never behind the page|

They only skim|

Never in search|

The details they skip|

Un-highlighted and overlooked|

Can't bear to stare into the eyes crying out|

overflowing with tears|

They shun without questions|

Not knowing the events that led to their present|

To make them feel better they laugh and they mock|

And spit on the streets they walk|

That's their home!|

The world forgot and left them with no hope|

They pray to the sky hoping for light|

It gets cold at night|

Though not as cold as their hearts|

Comments

  1. It made me cry to read this. I have seen homeless people and I know a lot of people do laugh and make fun of them. Did you know they even get murdered?

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  2. I see it too often when I go past washington d.c. its what inspired me to write this. Its sad that some would even go as far enough to kill them.

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