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Amidst the fields, the forests, and the streams,

Where once I roamed, a child of nature's dreams,

I see a sight that breaks my heart in two,

Abject poverty, homelessness, and hunger too.

The government stands by their eyes don't care,

Inaction and neglect, its cruellest affair,

In the city's alleys and darkened streets,

The homeless suffer, only pain at their feet.

Hunger, pain, and depression take their toll,

On those who cannot flee this endless hole,

And in the night, come whispers of suicide,

To end the pain, they can no longer hide.

And yet they rise each morning, with a will,

To face another day, and all that it will bring,

With a courage born of desperation, so strong,

A strength that nature's children have always known.

So let us not forget the homeless,

The poor and hungry, with pain in their soul,

For in their suffering, we see,

The toll that life can take, on the weakest and the bold.

And let us demand from those in power,

Action, not indifference, to this plight,

For in our collective silence, we see,

The cost of government inaction, day and night.