Homeless Poem by Rosmin Elsa Mohan

The flashlights of night patrolling
Envisage images of truth
Abandoned estranged faces
Homeless from birth

The glistening city lights
Are too fancy to hide
The destitute and helpless
Sans the pride

A picture grows within me
Hungry faces and lonely eyes
The numbers increase with time
Well covered up in lies

I see the Golden Gate in a distance
How magnificent can it truly be?
A symbol of endless limits and hope
For those eyes to truly see!