Poem -

The homeless vs fat cats

Ā 

I can feel the bitter breeze of the winterā€™s air
My body covered with goose bumps that layer my skin
I have no money to eat so I search the binsĀ 
People walk past and laugh but their so quick to judge but they
Donā€™t know the life Iā€™ve lived and the days with my children Iā€™ve missedĀ 
I walk with urine soaked clothes this is the summer of the homeless and there sun kissedĀ 
Skin please sir can you spare some change he looks straight through me and replyā€™s get a job
I fill with fire and rage from within I politely smile back say I am hungry and shake my tinĀ 
You all wonder why I look ill and why I am so thin I am banging on the councils door please please letĀ 
Me in 15 was the age I last slept in a bed since I am now Ā 35 I live a dirty life 35 no goal noĀ 
Achievementā€™s Ā  accomplished in my life so I overdose on drugs just to get off the streetā€™s for the night
Ā Surly morally this canā€™t be right enjoy your bed tonight why I sleep in needle filled bushes till theseĀ 
Shakes subside it a huge possibility that drunks could attack me tonightĀ 
What happen to the worldā€™s leaders putting the wrongs to rights Ā I have to keep on the move so IĀ 
donā€™t get moved on from the best spots for me to make the money for what I am so desperate for
so I remain out of sight as I said enjoy your comfy bed tonight Ā I guess Iā€™ll just sit outside salvation army beingĀ 
kept awake by my hunger pains that eat me from inside as I close my eyes just for a minute till I dieĀ 

written by

Daryll smith

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