Poor

Sitting in rags all tattered and torn
He gazed through the window and loved what he saw
A...

Sunday oh sunday
my parents they hate me,
for i am not of god,
they disown me....

A small cement block hut.

A rusted aluminum roof.

A large grassy field.

And a grey...

I am one of the voices you don’t hear
I am crying out for help
I don’t have the basic things...

How odd this ragged stranger seems

Who jarred me from my frozen stare

At dust and dreams...