you who are without a roof
you who are addicted
fallen through the cracks

a freezing human ball
curled up on the winter sidewalk
staring up at the pillars of society

you who's time is measured
in disease and suffering
who's existence is brutal and short

rejected by soulless bureaucrats
to finally die
in loneliness and despair

who will bring flowers to your grave?
who will mourn your passing?
who will shed a tear?