No homes
suffering in the hot and cold
The wind howls as fast as they breathe
The ground, dreadful like the soul
In such need
asking for food
They wonder what to do
They thump and thump as they walk
Looking for someone who talks
Feed, Food, hope
How can this be?
Some live free
Of the despair
They do not dare
To give a care
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