It Is Not For Poem by Francis Duggan

It is not for the dead that one ought to weep
But for the living poor condemned to sleep
In drafty disused factory doorway or a door-less shed
Uncovered with the cold ground for a bed
In a World where some must lose for one to win
For the forgotten poor a hard World to live in
For them there is many a hungry night and day
In a fair Human World it would not be this way
The social gap has never been so wide
So many due to circumstance of a fair go in life denied
Weep for the poor and the homeless instead
Of those free of all living cares the dead
But far more than your pity the living poor do need
Since tears a hungry stomach does not feed