the forgotten

you who are without a roof
you who are addicted
fallen through the cracks

a freezing human ball
curled up on the winter sidewalk
staring up at the pillars of society
who hate, despise and fear you

you who's existence is brutal and short
who's time is measured
in disease and suffering
rejected by soulless bureaucrats
to finally die in loneliness and despair

who will bring flowers to your grave?
who will mourn your passing?
who will shed a tear?

Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2013-05-13 at 20:58

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Hans Bump
Written with compassion and conveyed with care. Thanks for bring more awareness to these problems.