Society's Nomads

Society's Nomads

Children aged before their time; motherless, fatherless, half naked, barefoot, curled up in little balls; sleep on cardboard boxes amongst weeping, tin cans, kids’ toys, and cabbage roses sprawled across the corner lot. They are sagging into the streets, crushed by surrender— heaped, scattered and pounded into dust by life’s cruelties.

Man’s brutality

Built nomadic families

Humanity’s loss

 © Selena Howard, February,2012