Streets Of Rome Poem by Sharni Baker
Streets Of Rome
I pray against a dusty bed,
It's home I want to stay.
The people stood and laughed,
now all I do is pray.
I have been dislodged here,
Now I'm out of home.
I can't stand the noisy sounds,
of these streets of Rome
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: home
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8/5/2026 11:54:37 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
To be dislodged, homeless means you see the world differently than anyone else, the Streets of Rome mean one thing to the wealthy tourist, another thing entirely to one without a home, well-executed message in this one, well-written verse.