The City's Homeless
You know them, they are on every corner and street.
They're the ones whose eyes you dare not meet.
They have seen the world and its agony,
Most of them are products of its misery,
Some have children and family,
Others have nobody.
They barely survive from day to day,
They are hungry, cold, and have no place to stay.
All they ask is for some aid and charity.
And all we do is shun them from society.
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