The homeless vs fat cats

I can feel the bitter breeze of the winter’s air
My body covered with goose bumps that layer my skin
I have no money to eat so I search the bins 
People walk past and laugh but their so quick to judge but they
Don’t know the life I’ve lived and the days with my children I’ve missed 
I walk with urine soaked clothes this is the summer of the homeless and there sun kissed 
Skin please sir can you spare some change he looks straight through me and reply’s get a job
I fill with fire and rage from within I politely smile back say I am hungry and shake my tin 
You all wonder why I look ill and why I am so thin I am banging on the councils door please please let 
Me in 15 was the age I last slept in a bed since I am now  35 I live a dirty life 35 no goal no 
Achievement’s   accomplished in my life so I overdose on drugs just to get off the street’s for the night
 Surly morally this can’t be right enjoy your bed tonight why I sleep in needle filled bushes till these 
Shakes subside it a huge possibility that drunks could attack me tonight 
What happen to the world’s leaders putting the wrongs to rights  I have to keep on the move so I 
don’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  I guess I’ll just sit outside salvation army being 
kept awake by my hunger pains that eat me from inside as I close my eyes just for a minute till I die 

written by

Daryll smith