Coverless Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Coverless

Rating: 5.0


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Richard Wlodarski 11 September 2022

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.

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Nassy 12 September 2022

Thank you Richard...thanks a lot.

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Nassy 11 September 2022

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.

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