to whom it may concern.
we reap what we sow
and we lose what we burn
the forgotton ones are all around
in the shadows
sleeping on the ground
their tattered wings
ripped and torn
many wishing to have never been born
black feathers scatter
all around
aimlessly floating around the ground
in a dark alley
on a park bench
these fallen angels
have no home left.
begging for food
beggin for money
no pride left
the rich think its funny
all our homeless on the street
losing their ambition
no longer feeling complete
this is most of what society consists of today
so live in your mansions
eat your food
to whom it may concern
what would you do
if it was you?
