by M DePaul

Created on: February 23, 2009

America The Great

A chill in the air on a cloudy March day;

hungry, God Bless, her banner did say

Leaning against a large Wal Mart sign

zooming passengers, in cars, totally blind

or just trying to be, they see her there;

alone, haggard, with a fixed stare

dirty not showered, the smell of the streets;

fingernails crusted, with yesterdays eats

Her story is told time and again;

being in shelters one cannot win

Down and out looking for rest,

identity stolen, that is the best,

Next came a tent near I-95,

her and John just barely alive

Waiting in line to receive some chow,

only for men, women not allowed;

waaaaay across town is the line for her;

how to get there becomes a blur

Now they're eating Wendy's, content and warm;

another day awakens, a new challenge born

Survival for some is a frightening game,

Now what happens without a name?

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