Days of Calling

Homeless children scurry the broken streets,
Trying to find hidden secrets left in the alleys,
They yell and screech nicknames and “Over here!”

Businessmen walk coldly by with briefcases
Filled with files claiming someone else’s money,
And the dirty children starve

One time I heard a boy of 7 or 8
Call for help like  no other had before
His mother had died but he didn’t know

Dumpsters lined the buildings and cats
Strutted like drunk women leaving
Bars on a clear Saturday night in the city

One wrong turn and a girl found herself
Slammed to the ground by a dark man
Calling her a sexy little bitch,

But miraculously she was saved
By a girl of misfortune, a friend in the streets
She was called a “hero.”

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