Poetry Collection: Volume 2

The Orphan - Part 3

The countries under lock down,

Or so that's what i'm told.

People aren't meant to leave their homes,

Unless they really have too,

So why do i see so many people walking on the streets ?

They shouldn't be in gatherings,

but in a distance of six feet.

But teenagers gather together,

And sit and laugh at me.

But when you are homeless,

When you have no place to go.

The fire bins in the alley is the only place we can go,

We all huddle together waiting for our fate.

No one offers us shelter, they don't offer us food to eat,

It's like they've forgotten that we exist,

Like they are leaving us for dead.

Most of us won't survive this,

It's clear to me i know.

I wouldn't be surprised if i catch this virus,

As i'm stranded in the cold.

The bitter air it makes me cough,

Till i cannot breath.

My belly it growls begging for some food,

but i have no money to keep myself alive.

No one wants to help me,

Because i'm not important enough in their eyes.

The Virus it keeps on spreading,

And i'm left out on the streets.

I have no home to go to,

No place where i can sleep.

My heart it pounds in terror every day and night,

The tears keep coming out of my eyes

Because i'm so afraid for my life.

I don't expect myself to survive this,

And even if i do what will be the point?

Because i'll always be homeless,

with no place to go.

I cannot keep on living,

In a world that doesn't care.

Because even during a pandemic,

They all thought about themselves,

Leaving the homeless to fend for themselves.