The Homeless

Where they sleep
What they eat
None cares; the rich
And mighty fly past
In their expensive pleasure cars
With tinted glasses wound up
Not to see nor hear
The hunger pangs rumbling
In their stomachs nor the chants
Of the street beggars sweating
Out their daily bread like animals;

No schools for the children
Regalled in tags, crying
For little morsels and crumbs
And the infants suckling
At flabby breasts drained
By hunger and want
And hardship kwashiorkored
Whose husbands withered
Like leaves broken off
From their stalks graying
Before their time;

The homeless
Are forgotten pieces
Of humanity,
A crying shame to society.