A shadow the streetlights invoke
Cold despair’s worn cloak
Hunger has the edge of stone
Flesh sinking to the bone
Care not he for love’s grace
Or for pity from the passing face
All the wanting is a meal
A beggar sniffing at humanity’s heel
The dirt of aeons is humanity’s spoke
The dark of poverty is black as coke
Civilisation’s promises gone broke
The fires of disparity that materialism stoked
Cruel is the day for those left behind
A shamed sun that the night hides
If the stars of fortune dared to brood
that their unshared riches made them lewd
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