We The Poor Poem by Mountain Man

We the poor
a life on snore.
Booze mystifying dreams of a
different life.
Life in forms even on
the lonely.
We the strong in spirit.
As we hear it on
the streets of fire.
We the humble seek
another alternative
to this land.
We the poets did cry.
Now we stand in unison.
A spirit of love.
Love eternal as
it flies by the wayside.
We the homeless seek a
better future
for us.
But why is the system against us.
Us your sons & daughters gather
across this street called.
'No man's Land.'