And I thought it
Couldn't get any worse
Till I saw no shoes
Upon your *****
Blistered feet
Weatherbeaten hands
Begging for even
A tiny crumb
Cracked skin from the
Heat and cold
Filth covered clothes
From gutters nearby
Hair tangled up
Woven into massive
Weeds of no beginning
Or end
A stench so bad
Animals ran away
No voice to be heard
Just tears falling down
Perhaps it wasn't
That bad afterall