Homelessness

Homelessness
Homelessness is a cruel fate,
Not able to show you face till late,
Begging on the streets because it matters,
Glancing hopefully at the expressionless and pocket-patters.

The newspapers write terrible lies,
We're not evil, it brings tears to my eyes,
I don't go around buying fags  and drugs with my dosh,
The only people fortunate to buy such stuff is the rich and posh.

I look at the people who spend money as they please,
Always wearing the most expensive stuff just to tease,
I stare at the more lucky soul with their perfect hair,
How come they're so fortunate? It's just not fair.

I'm sorry mum and sorry dad,
I gave up the best life I ever had,
I should have never carried that knife with me,
But I just wanted protection can't you see?

The goverment promised to help us but they never did,
When ever the police came I ran and hid,
How I managed to get in this state I don't know,
But one thing is for sure that the world is your foe.

I don't understand what is wrong with poverty,
No matter how rich you are, your just like me,
Equal in many ways,
But because we're homeless to you we're like strays.

The worst part was when I said goodbye,
Remembering it now makes me want to die,
There is nothing more which I wish to say,
But please think about the homeless which you past on your way.