peperina @ 2004-11-14T04:56:00
the homeless have dreams dying,
aspire to less vampire fleas,
decorate the streets with a desire to be ragged.
the homeless look from below,
wondering if by chance, arguing
with the wind, faithful companion.
the homeless have scribbled identities,
have the word 'future' restricted
caress the asphalt with an air of pride.
the homeless have families, have
eyes a few years running barefoot
who play hurt, with runny noses fear.
the homeless are deprived of life, without being
women are mothers yet,
are sorry for some, others struggle.
hurt the homeless, drowning in hurtful
vanities,
have weight early death.
the homeless are us, are our comfort
silk
are our discarded food.
homeless hurt us, force us to think
,
show that while we remain a 'them', peace will never reign.
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