Souls wander here and there--
Searching for place to rest
Seeking a morsel to eat
Homeless,hungry,heart-broken But,how few of others care?

Some may notice,some may not
Souls live with rats in the streets
Dining tables are garbage cans
Hard sidewalks with dirt and filth
Become beds and sheets

Feasts might be cat or dog food
Half-eaten sandwich a treat
Or a soda half empty
A cigarette,half can warm beer
Delicacies every day of week!

Brief cases from paper bags
Fur coats from many rags
Can this really be here in a
Country so rich,so free,or
Has our Human Race become
Only a Rat Race?