Every day; the homeless wander,
The poor
they slumber. Into the night –
Then forgotten.

There is no comfort in the truth
May 25, 2017
Every day; the homeless wander,
The poor
they slumber. Into the night –
Then forgotten.
posted by:
Zashnain
art, bangkok, community, daily life, homeless, Housing, human rights, mental health, poetry, poverty, street, suffering, Thailand, urban
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