Tears,
As seen like these...
Uncommonly flow!
The moans from suburbia,
Continue to grow.
With closures of hopes.
Where neighbors known,
No longer roam.
Between boys playing street ball.
Or giggling girls jumping rope!
Blocks of homes foreclosed.
Shattered dreams are heard,
From the silence that occurs.
And children sensitive...
Shorten their Christmas lists.
With hopes that mommy and daddy,
Can keep them all together.
Regardless of their homelessness.
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This is a thought filled, very deep piece. A heartwrenching 10. Luv T