Monday, September 15, 2014

Mother Please Tell Me I Wont Be Living On The Streets Like You When I Grow Up





Indian law has a blindfold
it only sees what it is told
travesty of justice ,,,
good days kept on hold
women are bought as
commodities in a
market as flesh are
sold .. the homeless
 living without hope
out in the cold
this is humanity
three cheers behold


a poem dedicated to a friend
from a picture another story
unfolds ,,,

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