Poems from Katie Stringer
The silence of a corrupted world,
And to that a single voice replies.
Can we ever really change,
This world.
we live in poverty
"...
My name is Unimportant
Said the Homeless man
He sat on the stairs
Waiting for admission
What kind
We will never know
The place was dirty...
A simple life
That's all I ask
Without hardships
Or pain
Controlled
Or contained
To be myself
Without anyone to lay the blame
To be...