Sins Poem by Kennedy Huston

Hands open
palms facing upwards
speaking in a language
I can not understand
hungry eyes
filled with tears
bruises
scattered
like ants
pleading, others
will not, can not
hear.
rain streaming
through
dirt sown faces
washing away sins
of money makers
forcing those who can not pay
onto the streets
corruption has no price
innocents must pay
children on the streets
drug dealers selling weed
gangs black, red, and blue
all of us are innocent
until we are forced to pay for others sins.