Without A Home Poem by Daniel Bernard Kelleher

Asleep in a doorway on a cold winters night
Around him an old blanket wrapped up tight
People pass him without a care of his flight
Odd one says but for the grace of God go I

Homeless through no fault of his own
Austerity the cause of his downfall
Our European masters played the music
Our puppet government danced to the tune

In every city, town and village
Homeless people gather around
On street corners begging
Called all sorts of names
Winos, druggies and scumbags
Are just some they are called
Give them their right title
HOMELESS