Homeless Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
Homeless
Homeless
The rain falls gently making no splashes
The wind is absent today.
Safe indoors I look out and know many
Seek bus shelters, and they have no home.
Paris is an ugly city, expensive and dirty
Their subways stink of unwashed people.
I think of the unseen whom we don't see
Mainly because we don't want to.
In our cosy dens, we should know this
The calamity of losing it all could happen to us.
The calamity of losing it all could happen to us// the homelessness circumstances will come very soon for our indiscriminate behavior with nature
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4/28/2024 11:17:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A timely call to remedy a situation before dooms day....10.