Living on the streets

They live on the streets,
Begging for money.
People walk by and laugh,
But its really not funny.

Think how you would feel,
If you lived on the streets,
Trying to survive,
Living through the cold and heat.

They must be strong,
To live in their condition.
Most people couldn’t imagine their pain,
Would never survive in their position.

They sleep outside,
Through the wind and rain.
Hoping tomorrow will be better,
Praying to be removed from the pain.

They go through the trash,
Just to find food.
No one helps them,
How could we be this rude?

They can’t take a shower,
So they don’t smell too great.
They have learned to live with it,
They think it’s their fate.

They struggle day by day,
Hoping to make it through.
We have great meals,
Where as they only have few.

Our nation sits back,
And pretends not to care.
They need us desperately,
But for some reason we are not there.

If we would help,
There would be less in their position.
We need to help them to better lifestyles,
Get them out of those unbearable conditions.