Homeless Tears Poem by Meshack Sewe

If I just sit and stare
You pass showing no care
With many pains I bear
You glance and sneer...
Ever unwilling to hear
..my wild state your scare!

If I plead for help
You wonder if I'm a whelp!
My face singing despair
You have nothing to spare!
ooh...how coldly unaware
I've nothing warm to wear..

If I snatch and run
You wish you had a gun!
Cursing without a hunch
That garbage was my lunch..
Shouting...too proud to believe
How you've made me a thieve!

If I get glue and sniff
You spare me no grief
My nose running..shirt torn.
My life to you...is a donkey's horn!
Proud, not stopping to think
How my daily days stink!

If I'm high on drug
I'm your common thug!
You watch me pinned down
Standing calmly as a clown!
My blood decorates the scene
Then off you vanish...for all you've seen!

Copyright © 2010 Meshack Sewe
(Every time you see a street boy or girl, think twice, they never chose to be on the street.....something somewhere must have gone wrong in the course of their lives....how about showing a little compassion....in your heart....if you can't through action? ! ! !)