Deadly makeover Poor men held accountable At Greenfell Tower
As I lay on a park bench, abandoned house, or nasty gutter
Thinking of things I have done make me...
Cold hands, cold feet, walking streets, begging, empty pockets, hunger pains, depression takes over...
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Charlie sleeps in a doorway on Macklin Street Ragged clothes on his body, no shoes on his feet...
Here is a tale of a lady with bags She used to dress well but now dresses in rags This lady...
It has a captivating euphonious sound of Magnificat,
I wonder if I could still find a cat...
Without shelter, without funds.
Asleep in the cold again.
Small fire to stay warm, sick...
From the fields of war and horror, to the streets of vagrancy;
They risk their lives to protect...
I ask myself why! Why do I sit outside? The wind howls. The snow blows; small...
Checking the time
The cold runs through me
Shouting my lines
I’m in my own movie...
Living on the fringe I dwell in no temporary shelter, for I am a drifter. Seeking food is a scrounging...
I am in my car in the warmth, my music playing i have my wipers on, its raining outside and freezing cold...
Returning from my routine shopping,
I see a little girl on the footpath,
holding out a tin...
Bedrock Slumber.
Cold winters, over worked splinters, and daily missed dinners.
I meet a...
What goes on in your head old man?
Why the suit you wear so proudly but no place to go?
...
Stranger, a stranger love than this, propriety dressed in warm connection, in tapestry of...
