Dan Jordan - The homeless

They linger wearily and lifelessly
About the barren and bleak
Back streets of the city's
poorest regions, for
they are the slums and bums
Of the diverse city of London.

They drag there stolen shopping
Trolleys along the decrepit pathways
Of London, with all of their belongings;
As if they are spirits being waken from the dead.
Their energy and hope are ripped from
Them as they linger about the solemn and
Barren back streets of London's
Poorest regions.

They are desperate for our help and our
Higher status which we show-off before them;
With our noses raised and our eyes filled with hatred
And evil, as we look down to them as they
Silently weep a sound of vengeance before
Us.

Some people like myself feel a slight sense
Of pity for them, as they have to endure
The coldest and harshest of winters,
And the scorching heat of the
Everlasting summers. All
They have for protection against these
Harshest of weather conditions is a
Decrepit and old cardboard box,
Or a tatty rag of a blanket.


All I am saying here is we ought show a bit
Of respect towards our fellow bums
And slums of London's poorest of
Regions.

Dan Jordan

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