People lost and lonely,
homeless and forsaken
dumped like animals bereft of love
rummage through the trash
for daily sustenance.
They are the " have nots"
clothed in strange attire
" gifts" of discarded clothing.
Warmth is a steam grate.
Food is a hoped- for handout.
Sleep is a dark, dank corner
in an unsafe shelter.
What does the future hold
in this supposed richest nation of the world?
Pray in your warm, soft bed
that it doesn't happen to you.