Homeless

Late afternoon, doorways are heaving

shoppers aloof, life walks her by

the young girl in the doorway

none turns even an eye

a sad sight to remember

bowing my head, I wanted to cry.



Huddled amidst a ragged duvet

facing a bitter cold night

a little comfort came down

the soft glow of a street light

daylight is faster fading

bringing again a fearful fight.



Most of the crowd wear blinkers

a duvet? Someone did care

the majority are too busy though

don’t like to stand and stare

a brief torment of conscience 

the moment soon fades from there.



Gazing up with saddened eyes

into the world passing her by

all alone, hungry, and cold

the innocent girl started to cry

too young to feel life cruel

and don't understand why.



They don’t know her sad plight

just want to ignore and pass

shame, a young girl alone

a sweet and innocent lass

for all society cares

she can starve or eat grass.



Gangs come out of the black

the real despots of life

flashing a long menacing blade

creating some trouble and strife

next morning the doorway is red

the young girl, her chest, and that knife.