One of our young supporters Jordan wrote and shared this special poem about homelessness.
“Nameless Faces”
There they lay,
On the cold stone pavement
Hoping that the next passerby
Will be generous and drop a few cents in their jar
Instead of eyeing them with disgust and scurrying away.
Their endless hunger gnaws at them all day
Hunger like no other; a black hole never to be filled
They sit watching the wealthy devour their food
Without a single thought of distress disturbing their afternoon
If only they could have a full meal to keep their appetites at bay
But how did they end up this way?
Where their life depends upon the spare change of the fortunate
Longing for the sweet satisfaction of a home-cooked dinner
Or even just a blanket to keep warm on cold nights
Anything to defy the odds and make it to the next day
