Strangest of times
From the strangest homeless times,
came the weirdest darkest Ryhmes.
The men who died who’d taught me more than both my parents had before,
Because of Matt I’d learnt to write because of Lee I’d learnt to fight.
Soldiers in a silly war, against the years we’d had before.
Families left with empty holes with broken bones and pointless souls.
Homeless is where homeless goes try to fix your pointless woes.
©G.P Williamson 2017