Unknown Gods (a poem)

Pitter-patter, rain soaks the earth
And I pray to the unknown gods
Asking for mercy, but they force me
To give up on idealized visions
Of future civilizations of peace

We all want a piece of harmony
But are we willing to pay the cost?
In the terrible frost of endless winter
We’ve become jaded and bitter

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For the Homeless & Damnificados (a poem)

We are damnifacados: homeless, junkies,

people deem us less than human.

When you pass us on a hectic street, we’re resting with

backs to the wall asking for mercy, spare change –

you look away from our weathered faces,

we feel disgrace, in our soiled clothes, our tired eyes.

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