Mother Of Execution

The night is young

The weather is deadly

 Cold.

The homeless try to

Take refuge

Under the sheets

That will neither be a shield

Nor a solution

But they try

It is this effort

So full of despair

Yet so full of hope

A silly hope in a way

The kind that you have

Or had in the old days

Your pure child of a heart full of

This silly naive hope

From the time you hadn't met the reality

The grim reality of life

The nature does not care

About this silly little hope of yours

It lets you,

Lets the homeless freeze

Under the reality that rains from the sky

Hitting the ground like stones of despair.

The ground shatters

Into pieces of life

Creating holes

That suck the life out of

The homeless

As a way of execution

A destruction created by

The one only

Mother nature.

M.G.

Reviews

[Chris]

Way too many are a single paycheck OR that still have a parent - from being on the street. Life isn't fair and good doesn't always win but little things individuals can and often do - make a world of difference. Hate less and help more... listen BEFORE you speak and really think about what you say and the how you say it.

[Paul Bell]

I suppose nature is the cruelest beast.
She puts everything in the garden.
You just have to find it to survive.