Hold my hand

I drawn in shallow waters
I cry loud
Of hunger that stroke my fellows to death
When tears dry,
My body dries up...
And looks, just like ash.
They see me,
those that drive cars,
They hear me,
those that have power ,
I cuddle my ash-like body in rags..
When they see me,
Suffering cold,
They pass by.
I suffer want,
I suffer pain,
Homeless I go
Not because I chose...
I admire those that pass me by
Please hold my hand
©saakigift