I pray against a dusty bed,
It's home I want to stay.
The people stood and laughed,
now all I do is pray.
I have been dislodged here,
Now I'm out of home.
I can't stand the noisy sounds,
of these streets of Rome
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To be dislodged, homeless means you see the world differently than anyone else, the Streets of Rome mean one thing to the wealthy tourist, another thing entirely to one without a home, well-executed message in this one, well-written verse.