Shattered by the winds of abuse
Scarred by words that will forever remain
Entrenched in every vein, uprooted crude
From the warm embrace of maternity;
Abandoned by humanity, belittled by mankind,
Alone he stands; devoid of heart and home.
With each blow, he sows new seeds of hate,
Brews it hot with petty crimes and rage
Plunders wallets not for the hot refreshing
Pot of tea that those pennies will fetch;
But in fervent hope that he might feel warmth
Of the human cult to which he once belonged.
His appearance frightens both dog and child,
Huddled forms breeze past, smirking at his lying form,
Humanity travels on, lost; cocooned in a surreal world
That eludes its purpose, leading it to believe
That if it stops beside this demeaned soul,
Life will pass it by; so will its riches and gold.
He continues to scrounge the streets,
In search of a home, a kind deed or word;
Begs for alms, kills for a warm jacket
Steals to appease the constant hunger pangs
Until he is numbed with pain, cold and thirst
He succumbs to the world where his agonies are set free.
Snow falls fast, flaking his mangled remains,
Vermin claw at gaping holes that wounds reveal
Until he dangles between consciousness and death
His mortal code is soon ripped away, buried deep
In some unknown grave where he rests in peace;
Undisturbed by the hurried pace of men and women
Who never chanced to lay their eyes on this man.
His place in the street is soon taken away
By another starved soul that humanity longs to forget. Everyday.
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