Bob Gibson - Does anyone care

Way below the city street
Where rats and the down-an-out do meet
The homeless, junkies, tramps and kids
Heating food on dustbin lids

Another night, another score
Still the junkie cries out for more
Cowing in a cardboard box
Frightened and weary like a fox

Kids cast out from there home
On the streets, just left to roam
Tramps they move from place to place
All wearing the same old face

Homeless people! does anyone care
Out in to space they stare
Foraging, for things to eat
Their bed tonight, an old park seat

What keeps them going? some are old!
A greatcoat protects them from the cold
They live this way each day and night
in our view, but not in our sight

Do you look in their eyes when they plead?
Do you see anothers need?
Are they asleep or are they dead?
Will you! a tear shed!

Bob Gibson

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