They roam the streets like spirits with no shadows.
They are like mists,
rising from the depths of despair
and disappears when the first rays of the sun
hit the pavement.
These dark figures hide when we get out in the morning.
They are society's consciousness
showing you the true face of reality
a protest over the barbarity
of people against people.
some days, I know
God feeds them in His Hands.
" Be patient my children.
Relief is in horizon.
You will not get what you want here
but there, in My Bosom, you will.