Nowhere To Go Poem by Sinclair Azubuike Farrell

Without somewhere to call home
Wondering around
With nowhere to go

How can anyone truly understand
Unless they walk at least a mile
In your shoes
And come face to face
With the issues
Which, confront you
Day after day

If they did
May be they would be more sympathetic
Yet you are treated like rubbish
Like something they walked on
Garbage
Which, should be thrown in the dustbin

A person
Who can be treated with contempt
Not worthy of respect
In society's eyes
A lost soul
With nowhere to go.