Flat on my feet. Rain hides the tears.
Begin to feel defeat. Heart skips a beat.
Alone in the street. No one to meet.
Nor anyone to greet. Here’s were I eat.
Here’s were I sleep. Middle of the street.
Rain soaks my sheets. Breeze comes through.
Body heat of two. Just a distant view.
Begging for change. But only getting coins.
It’s time for change. Discard the chains.
End this giving pain.
End poverty
By Philip Kenny
Dublin, Ireland