not my photograph…
Translated…
The Cold Temperatures Started, Sliding. Like Those High Up Testimonies in Court
The Words and Phrases, Dripped, Downward, onto the Uncovered Heads of the Homeless
How Do You Go about Explaining. This, in Relation to the Concepts in Sociology, is Just a Frost, Nothing More Like Poetry.
How, Do You Make the Government Aware of the Behaviors of the Homeless Populations Using Those Plural Nouns
Actually, in Those Bright and Shiny, and Misleadingly Provoking Eyes
All You Will See, are Those Greenish-Gray Meaningless Colors
Like the Illegal Edifices in Their Separate Corners. Cornering Themselves
And so, this, is how the homeless population are outcasts of our societies, because these people, for whatever reasons they may have, nobody knows, and nobody cares, had started living on the streets, without a set home, and, because the public believed that everybody is her/his own man, therefore, it doesn’t take pity on those who are homeless, instead, we just, walk by those people, very quickly…
