Cold Shadows (on the streets)

Our brothers fall in disgrace
is it our fault our race
as we pass by
with no care,no whys

Burned by the sun
skin torn in yesterdays
begging on their way
on nasty days

Cold shadows
follow them
in dark alleys and streets
where hardly any meet

Thirst and hunger
anxiety kept
from disgrace
or choice

I cry to see
how humanity sleeps
leaving them in danger
governments keep

If hearts would only change
the love for all
we'd have a better world
where people actually crawl.

I know you've seen them too.
Lynda Ferrer/2014 RR