Another Side Of The Planet Poem by shimon weinroth

Another Side Of The Planet



Another Side of the Planet

For the homeless
The rains are a calamity
Fresh wet fragrance
Soon becomes soaking wet

Chill and cold set in
Thoughtless polis and people
Ignore their plight
For they are lazy and redundant

Idle and cheeky
Pay them little attentiion
Perhaps the rains will
Clear them away

They might catch cold and die

We need
Much more rain
To wash the guilt
From our indolent souls

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