Beatrice, daughter of humanity

Lord save the one 
Who sleeps on 
The street step 
Dirty and despairing 
Without friend 
And without peace 
A human lice
Flung by the 
Hand of humanity 
Into Ginsbergs' howl
 
Lord, she sits on 
The steps,
A life despairing 
Incomplete 
And nobody gives a FuCk

Lord this is human 
against human,  
Pigeon picking at brown paper packet
Another cold night 
With a thousand passing feet

She will die tonight 
With a thousand passing feet.....

This was Beatrice  
daughter of humanity