They wander our streets
Unwashed unfed
Alone and desolate
Segregated from the rat race
Banished from homes
With no place to go
They sleep where they can
In tiny alcoves
Unforgiving and unrepentant
They struggle to survive
The outside world – cares not
The inner world – shows no mercy
Faces shows pain
Each life a different story
They never dreamed their life would be
Aspirations – Dreams
Remain unfulfilled and so far away
Will they ever dream again?
They say the poor get poorer
As the rich get richer
But that’s only part of the truth
Because the poor get jaded
Lose all hope – living on the street
Begging for change
Hope is dead
Reality is all that remains
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