The Boy at the Street Light

He sits alone at the street light,


Freezing rain drenches him

Like a titanic waterfall falling from the clouds.

He doesn’t have a mom or pops

To care for him,

About him.

He only has faces that loom from 

A hundred apartment windows.

They reflect a certain apathetic grief 

Upon the boy that tells him

He’ll be the epitome of pity,

A gloomy image their superiority can pinnacle over.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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