No Hope

The title of this one is a work in progress. Just only thing I could think of thus far.

Everyday I walk the streets and see the homeless people.  They ask for the change that I can't give.  I try to ignore them and move along, but in my chest my heart is breaking.  I want to help and give change, but I can't.

The world around me, my home, my city is full of people wanting change.  I see how they live and want to help, but I can't.  I don't have the power to make the change.

People are losing hope.  No one wants to help.  No one remembers how to care for a stranger.  People are so estranged.  Live and let live.  Live and let die.  Who cares about the unwanted trash on the streets.

The world around me, my home, my city is full of people wanting change.  I see how they live and want to help, but I can't.  I don't have the power to make the change.

My heart breaks for the unwanted, untouched and uncleaned.  The untouchables are still people.  They aren't a plague that we need to be cleased of.  They were once just like you and I.

The world around me, my home, my city is full of people wanting change.  I see how they live and want to help, but I can't.  I don't have the power to make the change.

One day I hope to be able to give change.

Reviews

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I think the title should stick. It tells everything about the poem in a few words, which is pretty good. I like this, kind of sad feeling though, great poem!