Outcasts Poem by Robin Strand

You know them as outcasts,
The sick parasites under the bridge.
The addicts, the artists, the dreamers, the leaders.
Some of them leave no trace,
The brave, although not a common trait;
Save nothing inside.
They scream for the world to hear,
And then they die,
But when they die,
They leave everything for us,
These men of flesh and Earth.
The truth is, this could be you and I.
But there's a secret we all share-
The demon inside.