Orphans
Homelessness, like all orphans
Is the child of social neglect
And the dead beat dads
write the laws
With a pen and a check
These tents on the riverbank
Are a looking glass
Through which one can see
A future city of empty houses
Surrounded by a sea of
empty children
Forgotten
in the shadow of profit
Cast by the sickness
of the have-it-alls
Wanting it all, leaving ruin
Slavery, and half legal
Loitering lives
on park benches
Or bus stations, on ledges
Between alleys
At off ramps and traffic lights
Holding cardboard signs
Announcing the shame
Of a system that has pitiless
empty pockets,
with no change
And refuses to change
Horror Sleaze Trash 