Bars on our benches
Spikes by our doors
Georgie can sleep when he's dead
The awful plight of poor
Georgie shivers through the night
Searching for a place to kip
Possessions in a plastic bag
Under the stiffest of upper lips
Georgie barely gets any rest
Yet all he does is sit
The draining sense of nothingness
The yearning urge to quit
But Georgie carries on
Hope prevailing over pain
Suffering through the freezing cold
To feel the sun again
Georgie meets more people
Than the average guy can claim
But no one seems to notice him
A polar opposite of fame
Georgie feels completely helpless
Relying on the passing stranger
To donate to his own life fund
And dispel him from this danger
But Georgie's paper cup stays empty
As he begs and begs for change
The forgotten lost community
Is it hope or just derange?
Then finally comes Georgie's angel
To repay his faith in man
With the offering of food and warmth
To relieve the frail doorman
But Georgie doesn't stir
He just lies there in a heap
His rescuer has come too late
Georgie can finally now sleep
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Tales of Injustice- a poetry anthology
PoetryA collection of poems, written by Seb Jenkins, all based on stories and thoughts of injustice within our society. Whether it's racism, sexism, homelessness, or war, these poems collect broad, and widely shared feelings towards issues in modern life...
