He sits on the street

With his cup at his feet,

Hoping someone will help –

Give him change.

Such a very young man

Doesn’t quite understand

Why he’s homeless and lost,

It feels strange.


So he shoulders the blame,

The despair and the shame,

As he begs for his food,

For subsistence,

While the ‘good and the wise’

Swallow media-fuelled lies,

And reprimand him

 For existence.


But he once had a home,

Didn’t live all alone,

He had family and friends,

Just like you;

But that all fell apart,

And its broken his heart,

He’s lost everything good

That he knew.


And there’s thousands like him.

Cast aside on a whim,

Ignored and abused –

On insruction;

They are hungry and cold,

 Their whole future’s been sold

By a government bent

On destruction.

About Carole Anne Rogers

I have opinions and like to share them. My views are my own. I am a visionary artist. a musician, writer, a philosopher and a poet. Our band can be found here: @CARogersNo1 @CriminalSuicide
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