Limericks of the homeless

The song of the forgotten

Limericks of the homeless

 

We are like ghosts in the mountains

You hear of us but never pay the mind

We are inconvenient

The bubble-gum that aches the learning tables

We are a dreams’ deformity

The paleness of societies’ illusion

We are the subjects of dark sympathy

The burdens of society’s debts

We personify sights for sore eyes

The war cries of the care-takers

We are the plague in the ideas of perfection

The curse of Noah’s disappointment

We are as hopeless as we are homeless

The shadows behind your reflection. . .

What if, we were who we say we are?

Would you remember us then?

What if we said we are broken veterans?

Soldiers of misfortune

We triumph over the intimidation of death

We are the breath of hopeful silhouettes

The outline that shadows carnal dependence

Giving to us lends to the Giver

If you listened with your hearts

You would receive in order to receive again

We are epiphanies for the lost

The cost of winter reigns and autumn leaves

We are giants under bridges

The potential in a nations’ ignorance

We are symbols of SURVIVAL

We survive. We are ALIVE

We are the plagues of your society; And plagues, are BEAUTIFUL.

 

                         Atomixla-key Ramosolo