A bit on the background of this poem. I was assigned to write a poltical poem for a creative Writing class at my college. The political poem is not something that had to do with the candidates but moreso a poltical issue. I chose to write about the homeless people in America. Feedback of any sort is greatly appreciated and thank you for your time to those who stopped through to read it.
America’s Dumpster
You can’t deny it or disguise what lies before your eyes,
When it so blatantly cries out for help,
Cries out for a hand,
For money, change or even a second chance.
“WAR VETERAN IN NEED OF WORK”
“WILL WORK FOR FOOD”
It’s like the part where you know you’ve flubbed a dance move
During a competition where mistakes can’t be corrected.
Sleeping on the stairs of a church.
Outside closed doors as if your religion has not spoken that you’re neglected,
But you vividly remember those doors never being opened,
The feeling of rejection.
Searching for the likes of money by any means,
Because it’s the only way you’re accepted.
Like a broken juke box,
What’s next can’t be predicted
And you start to go senseless losing senses
Because the song you don’t want to hear won’t stop skipping.
And it repeats the part that you cringe upon hearing.
The one that slingshots unwanted emotions.
“Could you please spare some change, I haven’t eaten in 3 days”
They feel plagued and in a daze,
Hoping and wishing for some kind of change
Trying to escape the pain,
Puppy dog eyes.
But we just stare straight or put our heads down,
And though our mind listens and stays
The rest of continues to walk away.
