The cold dark nights living out on the streets, <br />People walking past, not caring enough. <br />Those convicts whose lives that came on the fleets. <br />Whose lives were full of suffering were tough. <br />No one cares, no one helps, no one can see, <br />To live life being homeless is not swell, <br />Not a choice, as sometimes we need to flee, <br />From our present lives, not die in a well. <br />No food, no shelter, no blankets at night, <br />To try to find a way to stay alive, <br />And even sometimes get into a fight, <br />Some may suffer, but there are some who thrive. <br />We are normal people, but none can tell, <br />That we are human and all should be well. <br /> <br />(c) Selina Gurgacz 2009<br /><br />Selina Gurgacz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/social-justice-homelessness-sonnet/
