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Poetry By: Philip Roberts
Literary fiction

The plight of the homeless in winter, under a heartless, pointless, gormless government in Canberra.

Submitted:Jan 20, 2011    Reads: 37    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Street people wander
Outside in winter cold,
The unemployed, the heart-sick
The feeble and the old.

Street people starving
Desperate for a little help,
Canberra turns a blind eye
And says, "Go help yourself!"

Street people freezing
On winter nights outside,
We push them out of sight
And hope at last they'll die.

Street people pleading
For help; but do we really care?
We say, "We'd like to help them"
Yet we leave them in despair.

Street people are dying
For want of basic needs,
We claim we'll help them one day
But they're dying from our greed.

For one day never comes you know
We really never to help them now,
But still we leave them out of doors
To die out in the snow.

Street people are desperate
Just for some basic human rights,

But in
Canberra they do not listen
To tales of peoples plight.

Canberra they rug up warm
Indifferent to the winter cold,
So street people living outside
Have to die before they're old.

© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts


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