Destitute Poem by Phyllis Strong

Another night without anything to eat
no heat in the house,
no shoes for their feet.

You wander the streets
where will you sleep?
You dig in the trash;
for something to eat.

Dwell under a bridge,
in tent or in box
defecate in a hole;
that’s home of a fox.

Beg for some change
from those in your same boat,
Winter is coming;
you need a warm coat.

Sell your precious body
for the green dollar bill
taking any drug;
for a pain you can’t kill.

Right here in America.

Let me not end,
on such a sad note;
Jesus Christ is the answer,
He’ll give you hope.