Poem -

unclean

look through the eyes of a struggler,
Can you see the torn down homes,
Take a ride down the street,
feel the potholes in the road,
Stick your tongue out, catch the rain,
Feel the acid down your throat,
Turn the corner look for hope,
But there's no where else to go,
Can you see that image ,
Though its clear that you can not,
Can you feel the strugglers pain,
That is beating in their heart,
Can you hear the small faint cries,
Do you know what they are from,
Can you understand the pressure
that our world has undercome,
Can you see that there's no progress,
And our world is still unclean,
Look through the eyes of a struggler,
Tell me what you see,
As I get down on my knees,
Lord please forgive me.