From break to night,twenty four seven,
Lay rumbling tummy's by slumping gutters,
Faces pale like without breath for ages,
Targets of hunger,cold and epidemics.
No one seem to see,no one seem to care.


Chokes my heart to hear weak cries,
"Please give me something,give me anything"
"Hold my hand, oh hear my song"
Griping us to their desperate chests,
With icy finger from lonely grounds.

My chest laments to such doleful pleas,
From weary old and lanky young lives,
Clasping at hooves strolling their lanes,
Gratified with what ever flung at them.
Feasting with deep joy in tired garments.

Miserably they lay,basking on sidewalks,
Hiding beneath silent bridges for warmth,
Limping, crawling from spot to spot,
Jammed or bashed crossing to beg
Who cares where to,if they disappeared?

At us,they see their kings and queens,
Having nothing that matters to us,
Scanning here to there for our love,
But our hearts had long long been stiff.
Still like steel walls deep down our  marrows.

With no buddies,no family,no us,
A smile can warm their hearts a lifetime.
Who cares enough to notice the penniless?
Who cares how so ripens they became?
Alone I can talk,alone I cannot change.