Homeless,JoblessA Poem by EllejuneMy take on the Modern World situation
The highstreet grows like a slum.
As the homeless and jobless grow one by one No home for any No food for many A box for shelter In a solemn doorway Walking for miles Sleeping on cold pavement tiles Rumaging in bins A scrap of food A win In the moonlight Full of fright Will I survive another night Will I wake another day Or will I vanish Another statistic © 2013 EllejuneAuthor's Note
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