The earth is a hovel of hate
And not a haven of nurture
Up the sky a skyscraper towers
From its window a man looks
Down the street where a half clad man
In tatters of hair and clothes is prowling a bin
The world's eye is blind
And its ear deaf
So prowling here is an occupation
Why will the world not treat the defects?
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Everything you have expressed in this poem is sadly but truly correct. Man's inhumanity to man continues to have devastating consequences.