Tent City

In a world where dreams and hopes are torn asunder,
Amidst the cold, unforgiving wind and rain,
Lies a place – a tent city upon the under;
Where lost souls find refuge from their pain.

Tattered tents, held together with the thinnest thread,
Shelter weary forms against the elements’ rage,
While cardboard signs, a silent testament to dread,
Bear witness to a world that’s turned its back on each page.

Amid the hustle and bustle of the city streets,
Where life rushes by in an endless race for more,
The tent city stays – a stark reminder of society’s defeats;
The forgotten souls, trapped within its shores.

In this microcosm of the marginalized and the broken,
Where hope is scarce like sunlight through the trees,
Friendships are forged – a fragile web that’s seldom spoken;
A lifeline that keeps the spirit from freezing.

The laughter of children echoes in these makeshift streets,
As they play games with imaginary friends and toys,
Oblivious to the world outside their tented retreats,
They find joy amidst the sadness life employs.

Battered faces etched with lines of hardship and struggle;
Dreams buried deep beneath the worn-out soles,
Whispers of lives once lived in a world much more stable;
Their stories told through eyes that never reach their goals.

Here, survival is more than just finding food to eat;
It’s about grasping onto the last shred of dignity,
As they wander through the city streets with heavy feet,
Searching for kindness in a world that turns away, enigmatically.

The rain beats down upon these fragile canopies,
Creating muddy swamps around their tiny abodes,
In this place where life has lost its harmonies,
They cling on to each other – a family of the roads.

Night falls like a curtain over their world;
The darkness hides the brokenness within,
As they lay beneath old blankets, huddled and curled,
Praying for a change that may never begin.

In this tent city – an ephemeral utopia,
A place where love and pain coexist in harmony,
The resilience of the human spirit shines through;
Like a flame, it flickers amidst the stormy scenery.

Together they face each day’s oncoming trials;
With strength and courage born from necessity,
As the world outside continues with its usual guiles,
They survive – a testament to humanity.

Their lives are woven into the very fabric of our society;
A harsh reminder that poverty doesn’t discriminate,
Until we bridge the gap between you and I,
Tent cities will remain – a tragic testament to fate.

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