Driftwood Of Humanity Poem by Christopher Tye

Driftwood Of Humanity

We are the transients always on the move,
Exiles and outsiders where ever we are,
Just outcasts humanity is loaved to accept.

Always judged by what we are,
Never judged for who we really are,
Forced to live in the margins and shadows,
We could be some of the greatest humanity has.

Our fellow humans don't see us,
They just ignore us and walk blindly by,
As the tides of time and displacement,
Casts us adrift in the sea of humanity like driftwood.

By Christopher Tye