Oppressed Poem by Barry A. Lanier

On corners far removed from notice
Chamelions passing time far removed
Dreaming their delusions and grasping
Grasping for hope, a place to belong
A reason to matter or reason to not
Where all tomorrow's are the same
Tears pour and mingle with blood
Among the ashes searching for crumbs
Quickened with fear, not of death, but life
Searching for meaning in silence
Clinging only to smiles, a pat on the back
Would any come today?