A storm is coming,
Rain is drumming.
Through my head and through my mind,
I cannot stop thought of this kind,
Where do people go when they,
do not have homes, where do they stay?
How many people care, and how,
can we not see, when they are so loud?
Their screams ignored, we close our eyes,
We shield ourselves and all live lies.
You say you've done your part, have you?
Or did you let them go cold too?
A child, father, mother, son,
alone and cold, and when just one,
one person can just give them food,
or warmth, or more, just like they should.
Remember this above all else,
how long can you block out their yells?
Author notes
I wrote this last year...thought I'd put it up...
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