Eviction! Poem by Samuel A. Eyitayo

Where are those places
Laid for the heads of the low
Though, there are so many homes out there
But there are even more people who need them
The lucky ones eat well every day
But the unlucky ones starve without it
Few people have much, but because of that, they're happy.
Poor people..
Commodity but hidden,
Devastating unrest.
Not for those who forage for food and shelter
Relentlessly fighting the odds
Still manages their best and remains
Genuine and whole-hearted
Rare, we say alas.
Eviction
I weep for those who face eviction
Eviction: like a jailer tells the freedom of the unjust
One is not free who cannot find a home;
To, Never end; is never rest; we're all in hell soon.