RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Poverty Scraping Minds - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Silence of the night, poverty scraping the minds and
stomachs of those who are living on the street.
No home to go to, necessities of life are non-existent,
because there's no money to purchase anything.
Children crying, eyes staring as people walk by, not
even acknowledging their appearance right before them.
Innocence left to fend for itself, no one turning around,
no smiles given, no compassion shown.
Just a turn of the head, avoiding eyes of the destitute,
how far our world has traveled from unconditional love.
Having no humanity left for another, selfishly taking
care of only themselves.
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