"Someday I Won't Hear
the Cries of the Poor"
by Judy Joy Jones


someday I wont hear
homeless people
pushing grocery carts
down the streets
and rummanging thru
garbage cans

someday I wont hear
their shrieks and moans
in the darkest nights
drivin me insane
soakin in my every pore

yes someday ill be free
when every man woman and child
has a home
and no one dies hungry sick and alone
on cold concrete streets

an that day
is comin very soon


c jj 2025



The above poem is from my book;

"The Bones of the Homeless
Will Rise To Haunt Those
That Had Closed Eyes"
by Judy Joy Jones






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