As I'm walking down the street <br />I get depressed from all the sights that i see <br />People with no shoes on their feet <br />I just can't believe that these things can be <br /> <br />I look at the clothes they wear <br />I look at the dirt on their skin <br />I can't believe no one else cares <br />As they walk past the makeshift home of a wooden bin <br /> <br />Tell me to my face <br />How is our nation so great <br />If the people are given such a cruel fate <br />Our nation is a disgrace! <br /> <br />Thanks you Celina for helping me name this piece.<br /><br />Michael Carlson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poverty-23/
