Angel

Ten fingers and toes
Your name, no one knows

Never nurtured or fed
Plastic bag for a bed

Hidden from view
For a day or two

Ice on the ground
The day you were found

Angelic and sweet
Blue toes on your feet

A miracle they say
Yet, you're cast away

Sleeping Society

Sad to think it does not shock
Accepted almost by many
No longer do we shake our heads
Instead we whisper, Again!

Lack of outrage and horror,
Repeated throughout the world
When will we stop the disrespect
among our brethren?

When did weeping become shame
What’s wrong with outrage now?
Stand together for what’s right
Afraid for our children’s tomorrows

Suppressed

Through shuttered lens
The horror plays
Heartbeat quickens
Beads of sweat form

Rapid breathing
The torment, real
Trying to wake
To end this dream

Each night it comes

Each night , I fail