The Roadside Destitute

We live in a house, he lives on a road

He is as primal as a savage animal

With eyes gleaming with the only need he knows-hunger

He dresses in rags and torn clothes

Wears sneakers of a rich brat who perhaps found in them a hole

Race and gender are an alien planet to his mind

As for god, he knows none in particular

People who give him food are his gods

And those who don't are his demons

He has no parents, no name to identify himself

And their was never any need to know these fundamentals

Because for him

The road is his parent and the roadside destitute his name

It was not by choice but by fate that he ended up on the road

His education only the self taught begging

When he is unlucky, dumpsters become his gold mines

And wastes of the society, his "gold" 

He will live on the road till the day he dies

Watching the privileged people around him

But never does he compare

Because somewhere his innocent mind knows his destiny

That he is a roadside destitute and the road his parent

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

The destitutes are a sad but true reality of our modern times . We have what you is called the homeless in America and a lot of them especially in big cities. People should help with little money or a meal but not to buy them alcohol or drugs . There are a lot of charitable organizations that can help them and people should donate to them to sustain their work. Excellent write...:)

[NA]

Such a hauntingly sad read..profoundly penned :) x