Floriana Hall's "Human Passivity"

Dumpsites, trash cans, litter, alleys,
Bundled, homeless, searching shelter,
Dirty faces, worn out shoes,
Summer, spring, winter, fall,
Any day or season of recall.

Boxes, garbage, scavenging food,
Carrying bags of scant belongings,
Pushing carts with meager treasures,
Dimwit minds, some critics may say,
Trying to survive, come what may.

Some have lost their dignity,
Some have lost their health or jobs,
Lost souls wandering city streets
Like Nomads, living in their cars,
Asking why and who they are.

Churches try to help these creatures.
Where are laws to house them?
Where are politicians who care?
How sad this is in our bountiful land,
Government must rally, give them a hand.

Beauty of heart and soul then returns,
Renewed like spring's forgotten flowers,
Out of the dumps and into a life.
Clouds may still  form, rain may still fall,
But a roof overhead will help them all.

Floriana Hall - August 31, 2003