Poem on Duncan homelessness
SocialLight
Village neighbours’ broken eyes
Needle numbs soul disguise
Tented card near mansion lawn
Shelter from dusk to dawn
Sly concern town eyesore
Try compassion chill the score
Can’t take this grief, almost done
I am me, we are one
“Junkies shoot-up, they choose the street”
Mean words like this leads to defeat
Enough of they, let’s rise above
Sisters and brothers humanity Love
D. Norton
Duncan
