Smiling eyes, thoughts of white lies
chained to the concrete of the merciless street,
unbearable heat, beat
by life?
Silent cries,
watching
walking ties
with shining shoes
starring by.
Whispers of blisters
from crossing the distance
of our hearts.
The cold breeze makes us freeze,
please – please.
Help, help me, be kind,
help me be kind to thee,
Who? I lie in the dirt’s
that you produce.
Irrecyclable waste
of societal class
deemed to be unloved by those
who use my dignity
to elevate their perversion.