A Pitiful Sight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wandering through the city, looking for a place to call home,
searching everywhere, yet there is no where to lay your head.

Al places have been taken by rich people who are looking to
make a greedy buck from poor innocent people.

Never caring about anyone, whether they can afford a house or
not, being blinded by the money they think to make.

Noting nothing at all about anyone in need, sitting back on
their haunches, collecting other people's hard-earned money.

Never caring, just living high on the hog while people are
desperately ending up in the streets.

Alone and forsaken in this life of the United States Of
America, a pitiful sight in this land of the free and home
of the brave here tonight.