Siblings of the Street, I'm sorry
you have been
No family left, the only mother you have
if one of Earth.
Her hugs are cold, and her skin rough
unlike the hand we should have given you.
Your dream is not a dream deferred
rather a dream demolished
lost in the hollow streets with no home to shelter it.
I cannot revive your dream,
but I want to help you dream again.
The only problem is that there are too many siblings
who have been cast onto the river of concrete.
If there were homes to give, I would give
for you deserve a place
to be warm and to be human again.
Behind the glossed gaze of hopelessness
I see a kindred spirit
I live behind walls of wood,
but your walls of concrete have sapped your humanity.
I want to help retrive them
is that too much to ask?