It happens to you
\nOr someone you know
\nThey become homeless
\nNot in the flow
\nThey had had expectations
\nBut then suddenly
\nThe world fell in on them
\nThe uncertainty<\/p>\n
Of Life took a turn
\nFor the worse and we found
\nThe place where we lived
\nLocked
\nWe were drowned
\ncaught in the
\nMelee of circumstance we
\nHopelessness took hold
\nUnexpectedly<\/p>\n
Our place of abode
\nWas taken away
\nThe refugee crisis
\nWe now had to pay
\nOur rooms designated
\nFor refugees so
\nWe born in Manchester
\nWe had to go<\/p>\n
Pack our belongings
\nAnd go to the street
\nSleep rough have no bed to lie on
\nThe elite
\nKnow not of our struggle
\nOr perhaps if they do
\nDon’t care about us
\nWhich I now think is true<\/p>\n
Out with the rubbish
\nLost souls in a way
\nOur lives broken down
\nOur friends slipped away
\nAll our imagination
\nIs squashed by it all
\nThe street is our bed
\nReally just where we fall<\/p>\n
Down by the bins
\nWith the rats we proclaim
\nOur piece of England
\nThe very same
\nWhere is the government
\nDoing its thing
\nHousing the new ones
\nAnd the problems they bring<\/p>\n
And us we are flotsam
\nLost in the sea
\nOf sadness and terror
\nOur adversity
\nBecomes an irrelevance
\nMeaningless, we
\nHave become wild and weary
\nAn absurdity<\/p>\n
Just human strays
\nScraping by on the street
\nPart of the great farce
\nSo incomplete
\nNo fixed abode
\nLife is suspended
\nConvinced that our load<\/p>\n
Was too much to carry
\nYour Faces we see
\nBut truthfully and sadly
\nUs most will not be
\nAble to feel what we are feeling today
\nTossed out with the trash
\nAt the end of the day<\/p>\n
There are no answers
\nWe just have to be
\nAll sleeping rough
\nConditioned to see
\nLife hour to hour
\nAs thoughtlessness shows
\nA shadowy grief
\nAs wildness does grip us
\nWe lose our belief<\/p>\n
We mistrust and we doubt
\nWhat the world puts about
\nWe have no where to lay
\nAnd no money to pay
\nNo where to wash
\nNo food the cosh
\nOf sanity hits us
\nThe bins maybe there
\nWhere the big supermarkets
\nShare their despair<\/p>\n
Other tired fingers
\nHave torn through the packets
\nFill up our pockets
\nIn side our jackets
\nWe must find drinks too
\nOur lips are so dry
\nOur throats sore and feeling
\nWe just need to cry<\/p>\n
To share our lament
\nWith the vermin for we
\nHave become the vermin
\nThat others won’t see
\nWe are the invisible people
\nWe know
\nWe Are lost we’ve been tossed
\nWe have nothing to show<\/p>\n
We have lapsed
\nWe are rebuffed at every turn
\nNow its the refugees
\nAnd like them we learn
\nWe are empty handed
\nOutclassed and outshone
\nAnd people are happier
\nWhen we have gone<\/p>\n
So we do congregate
\nIn an area where
\nAll of us can share the despair
\nOf being an outcast
\nA forgotten soul
\nLiving in misery
\nOut of control<\/p>\n
You wish you could just
\nKnock on somebody’s door<\/p>\n
But nobody loves you
\nNot any more<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It happens to you Or someone you know They become homeless Not in the flow They had had expectations But then suddenly The world fell in on them The uncertainty Of Life took a turn For the worse and we … Continue reading