Stolen Bread

What matters the most, my family, my faith, my pride

Now broken, stolen, shamed, disgraced, jobless

I can not hold on, I have done all that I can do, only thing coming in is the tide

The ocean brings in our food, the oysters, the snails, crabs, endless

Though I don't live high on the hog, no ocean front view

I am a transient with no money, nothing to eat, a prisoner of crime, a stolen bread

My head I hang low, no shoes on my feet, the rain falls, my cover a plastic bag, over my head

When dusk comes around, I find shelter underground, under a bridge, maybe a culdesac

Where I will sleep on rock and bed, stolen heart, stolen soul, the bitter cold of it all, depressed by the stolen bread

Trying not to look back, have mercy, I beg!

Les Miserables, they said!