POEM: Homeless

Homeless

Too young, much too young to sleep on the street.

Robbed of everything, they are now robbed of speech,

And hold felt-pen messages, neatly written, on cards

Cut from cardboard boxes, silent messages, as if

A new marketing technique has reached the homeless,

So that even begging must be presented such,

So you don’t interfere, or interface, or say that much.

You can read more by Dr Laurie Keim on his blog.

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