In the shadows a lonely man
weeps
In ignorance the passerby
sleeps
Alone with only his illness or
vise, the man lies beneath the trees
He lays upon plastic and
cardboard, his only protection from this winters
freeze
The ignorent lie within four
walls with warmth and ease
Beside the street a man walks
His hair is matted and his feet
are bare
He smells of excrement from the
day before or so many days he no longer gives a
care
His only company is the
ocasional stare
His only destination the warmth
he needs
The ignorant pass by in disqust
of what this city breeds
A good cleaning is what this
city needs
Someone's son, brother, or
father was found on a makeshift bed today
The cause was overdose or
natural causes they might say
Another John Doe out of the way
© Angela Bredeson
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