This poem is based on an interview with a Young Man of 19 who was seeking admission to our local YMCA Hostel of which I was Chairman. It is written to make us more aware of the combination of circumsatnces that vause our Young People to be 'on the streets' in our Cities.
I didn't want to be HOMELESS
I didn't plan to be HELPLESS
I didn't expect to be HUNGRY
But now I am all three
Homeless - Helpless - Hungry
And why?
Partially my Parents fault - because
They couldn't cope with me
Partially my Own fault - because
I always wanted my own way
Partially Society's fault
The School - The Church -The Welfare State
Because none of them tried to help me.
Partially the Drugs and the Alcohol - because
They were too readilly available.
But I do want to get back into Society
Which I rejected - and then it rejected me.
But I'm only nineteen - I'm too young to be
Homeless - Helpless - Hungry.
Won't you - 'Please Please Help Me'
Help me to be able - To help myself again!
(John Knight - Colchester - October 2009)
O' yes vote box has responded like a wise box but late...LOL niv
O' yes vote box has responded like a wise box but late...LOL niv
Indeed a tale of the day very much moving touching Is world so stoic as you write, ‘But I do want to get back into Society Which I rejected - and then it rejected me….’ If so fie and shame unto me being as so called civil society person… I’m unable to vote [now has become idiot box] not responding. By heart ten++++ Ms Nivedita UK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a moving poem! Homeless - Helpless - Hungry the three saddest H's at all... Wise Man! implicitly you pass on a strong message, Life sometimes is wild and brutal Life sometimes seems so cruel we are helpless in the face of Destiny... Just Patience! ! ! Thanks For Sharing your WISDOM