Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Please Hear Me!

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Back arched and twisted
Flesh bent double: contorted
He waits in silence
Dirty and unloved
Looking at each passer by.
Wondering why?
And longing to die
His hands reach out to touch your soul
As you walk by as nothings wrong
He simply wants to know your name
Feel loved and wanted just the same
But he is lost within the grime, of streets
so filthy and full of crime.
He needs love too my friend, for he was once like you.

Until fate cleft him a deftly blow.
And left him homeless years ago.
So think for this man my friend,
as this could one day be you.


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