Homeless, not Hopeless

That shadow you passed
As you went on by
Had a face and name
And a story to ply

His choices are few
Far less than most
He is the product of ours
And lives like a ghost

He is the price for our comfort
The poor for our chance
The balance to power
The beat to this dance

But pity him not
Whilst his story is pain
He is not a victim
No cause for disdain

Our tragedy sits under
The dirt on his skin
But the candle still burns
From the beauty within