From the Anthology
Writing from the Unhoused
Here in the darkness my voice unheard
Our muttering masses seem so absurd
Not one voice, no one heard
Only self serving, never deserving
Cries of the lost, a terrible cost
But when we unite, and our face our blight
We’ll together stand, never afraid
The sight so grand, our words a blade alone
One can only do so much, never goal will we touch
And in deafening darkness will we be.
