Walk the street, and scour the ground
You find faces all around
Some seem pensive, some are bright
Knots in the gut, just seem all right

Some indeed headed back home
Cosy comfort, gift like dome
Some of us do wander wild
Just like sad and forlorn child

Dig a bit and one will find
Job god has not been too kind
Years of service meant nothing
Folks are left to market swings

Despair and shock takes you over
When all else have run for cover
Powers that be just flaunt disdain
Towards the plight, hurt, and pain

Few mouths would be there to feed
Oblivious to the vagaries indeed
Your mere presence brings them hope
Poor you slide down the slope

Almighty seems like losing might
Or else why not hear the plight
Struggle may just make one strong
Fuel is the need to move along

Happy souls, please spare a thought
Think of things you always sought
Don’t fool yourselves, playing coy
Secure future breeds true joy

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