11 October 2012
He's sitting on the corner Of the road you always pass, He's always there, not always seen All he wants if some cash,
He has no home to go to No family of his own He needs some help, some guidance Won't someone throw him a bone?
You think he is a drunk, a leach, a bum, He drowns he life in alcohol, Society considers him to dumb.
So he continues sitting in the cold, waiting for the chance that will not come, His life was already over- Before it had even begun.
Society's Views • Opuss № I