Us, the homeless
We are cold, hungry, and alone.
nothing to change into when it gets cold,
So the cold air rips our skin and freezes our bone.
We have no new food, it’s all old with mold.
Seasons pass and it is the same,
we have no family or friends,
our life is boring and lame.
Our clothes are old, not new trends
“Boom boom” your hear
gun shots at night,
Sleeping in an alley near an apartment or home
Hearing things that awake you with a fright.
You wish for nothing but a home, not London, Paris, or even Rome.
All we want is a place to protect us from harm,
because we are as innocent as young kids.
We want to sleep well at night without alarm
We want a simple meal, not caviar, steaks, or squids.
Help us to have a place to call our own,
give us shelter and a roof over our heads,
We need your help with money or even a loan
to get us warms clothes and beds.
I liked the tone you used in the poem to show how homeless people live and how hard their lives are. also, I liked how you talked about the things they need in life and how they feel :)
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