'Kittless,' clad in a red and blue jacket, with no shoes, and holding a yellow bag and a coffee, walks through a cold day in a supposedly democratic and wealthy country. Despite the affluence around him, Kittless finds himself homeless, surrounded by the harsh realities of drug addiction, prostitution, and poverty. The streets are dirty, and the air is thick with a lack of humanity. Homeless individuals sleep in the cold, many succumbing to inhumane conditions. Kittless feels a profound sense of abandonment, with no regard for his human rights, lost in a world of darkness and filth, devoid of compassion and care.
In a land where freedom rings,
A tale of sorrow, sadness clings.
A cat, so small with eyes so wide,
Reflects a man in whom tears reside.
From a country, rich and free,
Where democracy’s the key,
He finds himself in shadows cast,
Homeless, as the die is cast.
Once he walked in suits so fine,
Now he walks a different line.
Among the homeless, lost and cold,
His story now so harshly told.
A victim of society’s sin,
Where does humanity begin?
In alleyways where shadows loom,
He finds his home, his heart in gloom.
Drugs have stolen many souls,
Prostitution takes its tolls.
In this land of wealth and grace,
Poverty shows its ugly face.
Dirty streets and empty eyes,
Where laughter once filled the skies.
In a place where dreams should soar,
Homeless folks sleep on the floor.
He was a man of proud descent,
Now his spirit, torn and bent.
In the cold, he seeks a bed,
Where hope and joy are long since dead.
The stench of filth and hopeless cries,
As night descends, a new day dies.
No sense of humanity here,
Just endless nights of pain and fear.
He sees the young lost in despair,
Prostitution’s cruel snare.
A world where innocence is sold,
For fleeting warmth in nights so cold.
Where is the heart in wealth so grand?
Why do they turn away their hand?
This land of riches, blind and bold,
Leaves the weak out in the cold.
The cat, it wanders through the night,
A symbol of the lost and plight.
With every step, a silent plea,
For someone’s love, for dignity.
He remembers when he had a home,
Before the streets he had to roam.
A family lost, a future bright,
Now all he knows is endless night.
His heart cries out for justice lost,
For the dreams turned to frost.
In a land of promise broken,
Every word of hope is unspoken.
The drugs, they numb the endless pain,
But leave him in a deeper stain.
A cycle cruel, with no reprieve,
A life where he can hardly breathe.
Prostitution’s shadow looms,
In the alleys, dark with gloom.
Where are the leaders, voices loud?
To lift the broken from the crowd.
But silence is the answer here,
As wealth grows fat, and hearts insincere.
The homeless lie in streets so cold,
Their stories left untold, unsold.
Where is the grace in human kind?
Have we all grown so blind?
To the pain that walks our streets,
To the broken heart that beats.
The cat moves on, a silent ghost,
Among the souls who need it most.
In a land where freedom sings,
It’s lost to wealth’s hollow rings.
Oh, for the days of human care,
When love and kindness were laid bare.
But now we walk in shadows deep,
Where dreams are lost, and souls do weep.
The cat and man, in silent plea,
For a world where they are free.
From the chains of cold despair,
To a place where hearts do care.
In the end, the night will fall,
On those forgotten by us all.
A tale of sorrow, writ in pain,
Where the homeless weep in vain.
