Coverless
Early in the morning
Walking dogs are masters
And we are near a church
With parking that charges.
He sleeps coverless
His cart is full of junk.
I stop and stare
In my heart am concerned
Inside me run questions:
"With wealthy government
We have homeless here,
How can we accept it? "
Broken, with tears
Go away, am hopeless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very well written emotional poem about a problem that continues to plaque society. It's even much more heart breaking when the homeless are such young children.
Thank you Richard...thanks a lot.
Thank you and I, as a member of this society, feel responsible and must see the details and to bring this into sight for the people to think further.