hollowed into make-shift sponge-foam beds,
tight-curled into malodorous rag-blankets
and plastic of dubious origin.
the shadow-ghost people
of no fixed abode,
gathered loosely together
in cohesive misery.
existing on society’s fringe,
sustained by the government’s pandering promises;
sharing glue-highs and garbage rot
old children, dying people,
together in perpetual poverty.
trampled contours on grass verges,
silhouettes on street corners,
robotic vendors with nothing to sell
the street-people of forgotten causes,
unified in the rainbow nation
of lost hopes.
© 2017, Irene Emmanuel