Today another hobo rants
He has no name, or so he says.
He screams with passion,
that he is against everything,
and he is against everything evil.
He has no name, or so he says.
The train cop walks up to a man,
as he smokes casually.
No smoking on the platform,
he flicks the cigarette away.
That's littering the cops says.
And then the man walks away...
The gentle shadows descend
as the pleasant sun sets on
my city. Everyone is alone.
Silence,
We are all the same,
all sufferers, in a void.
Nameless, -nothing- but
alive.
A contest entry
- How We See One Another by katiekills4.
400 points, ended February 19, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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