what people think about the poor...

the poor sleep on the nasty city floor

none of us seem to care

but we never see ourselves there

in that position

we dont kno what its like

thier only car is a broken bike

they will say "do spare some change"

all we give is a broken bolt

but they already have something broken

thier dreams.....

all ours came true

but now its time to get thiers through

through the filth is something sweet

a very kind person that lived out on the street

but none of the rich people seem to care

because they dont like to share.



thats the end of my poem and i hope you learned what those people go through,but the people that dont care your one of those snoby,unforgiveful,mean people.i rest my case.

live your dreams poor people!!live on!!!