Cocrete Wonderland.

Channel heels on a concrete road
Versace shades when the times so cold
Homeless
No light for the homeless man
The brightest thing is the womans spray on tan
collecting his life savings in a can
People begging for change nickels and dimes
Peace and equality
Equality?
Subconsciously
We take and take from the homeless man.
His hope is gone
and
So is
his ability to stand
Strong
On his own
We throw our trash on his home
The streets we rome
In his dome,
Main
How do we expect them to remain
Sane
When on their fight for survival they live in front of their rivals
the high end boutiques
With antiques and uniques
Buyers, customers and supporters
Walk past the poor to support the rich
The wealthy, well off.
Off
Of the streets into the malls.
No.
Love
For the man with nothing at all
All stares and glares
Through versace shades
Piercing his heart like
Exploding grenades
"Help!"
He screams but we cannot hear
We are to focused on looking for the
Latest gear
What to wear?
We don't share
We don't care.
No generosity .
Unconsciously?
catastrophe
Disaster
The cities moving faster and faster
Disaster when time sits still
For the man without a watch
No rolex, no g-shock
No shock
He feels this way
Everyday
This is his reality
Because of their low morality
No love
No dove
No shove
Nothing
For the man
Who sits on his concrete wonderland.