A poem about homeless people.


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STEP; seems an endless walk you make,

Towards an unknown direction, you take.

Your body is sheltered with dust and dirt,

Others perceive you as a picture of mirth.

 

RUN; when pursued by some rascals,

The unkind and foolish individuals,

People who want to make fun of you,

They are more insane because of what they do.

 

EAT; the spoiled food you found,

Scavenged from the trash around,

That even a dog will not dare to taste,

In your eyes, it is a meal and not a waste.

 

SLEEP; to wherever you want to take a rest,

May it under a tree or in the side street,

For every corner could be your resting place,

It is your home where you find solace.

 

Who are we to judge you?, or

To humiliate and condemn of what you do.

Who are we to say you are insane?

For in the eyes of GOD, we are all the same.

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