Fog it falls
Around streetlight
An eerie glow
In nightimes sight
The beggar
And the rich combine
One drinking meths
The other wine.
Stars that watch
With open souls
Amidst the glow
Of heavens show
Reach downward with
Arms outstretched
Injustice growls
Its cruelty etched.
Upon the faces
Of lifes unkempt
From cardboard box
Wishes spent
Upon the cold
Of pavements grime
A blankets comfort
A lonely time.