02/09/2026
"No Roof But The Sky" by Darryl Craig
Cardboard kingdoms on broken streets,
Where dreams crumble beneath cold feet.
The city hums, indifferent and loud,
Blind to the souls lost in the crowd.
A shopping cart, a life condensed,
Fragments of hope, each one dispensed.
Eyes once bright, now shadowed and grey,
Searching for warmth in the chill of day.
The world walks past, heads turned away,
"Not my problem," their silence will say.
But a life untended is still a flame,
And every soul has a whispered name.
Do you see them? The mothers, the sons,
The veterans, the children, the forgotten ones?
They wear their struggle like a tattered cloak,
Their stories caught in a world that's broke.
The rain is cruel, the nights too long,
But still, they hum their quiet song.
A hymn of survival, of grit, of will,
A fight for dignity, silent, but still.
What if tomorrow were your turn,
To feel the cold, the hunger burn?
Would you wish for kindness, a helping hand,
A bridge of hope, a place to stand?
This is a cry, a call to care,
For those who sleep in the open air.
No one is nothing, no life should be lost,
Empathy comes with a human cost.
The answer is simple: see, and act.
With love, with kindness, with hearts intact.
For no roof but the sky is a place to stay,
And every soul deserves a brighter day.
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