POETRY – RHYME


Street Blues:

Raw, young and rejected , confused and in pain,
Tender, damaged and lonely, a victim in the rain.
Innocent eyes a signal, for every gutter street Cain,
Fresh body a target, for all sorts of gain.

Cardboard city drop out, society passes you by,
Invisible amidst the throng, accept for the occasional sigh.
An outlaw’s chance for money, is black and very dry,
Be victim or abuser, insidious or be high.

This life is very callous, no space nor time or light,
For healing of one’s wounds, in the incessant struggle and fight.
So have compassion for our brothers, in their daily fight,
It could be us or our loved ones, for our lives are not so white.