Shifting trucks as bundled workers
Trundle loads to delivery bays
Open warehouse doors absorbing,
Devouring product for days and days
Vast deliveries for hungry shelves.
Crowds of shoppers, mass consuming
Thinking only of themselves
Stacks of food, warm clothes and goods,
All manner of exotic foods.
Christmas windows dazzling gems
Bargains of expensive items.
Spending frenzy, bling and glitter
Just ignore the human litter
Rushing past the huddled doorways
Piled with cardboard and old duvets
Hopeless, chilling isolation
Sleeping, bagged in their cocoons,
Winter dark in the afternoons
Nothing to look forward to
Lonely dreary drink filled haze
Cast off heaps in darkened doorways
Eke out endless long, cold days
As wet leaves cling to shoe and path
Wishing for a good hot bath.
‘Any change’ is what they say
But stark, blank faces move,
Embarrassed on their way.
Dear friends, in the aftermath of the wet and dismal weather… spare a thought (and a contribution,) for all the homeless folk who are sleeping on our streets.
Who help homeless young people this Christmas