The Destitute

Alexander S. Peak

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Don’t deny them their

House, their home.

Time dies tonight.  Hunger and strife

Go without.

Swaying in the breeze are the destitute,

Leaves that fall from an

Uprooted tree.

Overwhelming anxiety in a land

Of perfection.  Time dies tonight.

Circa 2002 by Alexander S. Peak