Homeless

A homeless person Is not homeless.
An undressed person Is not naked.
A hungry stomach Is not starving.
A thirsty throat Is not dry.

Tighten are these tiny limbs,
Sturdy are these skinny bodies,
This smile is that who kills
These barricades of rusty fence.

To believed that lacking is just not fulfilled,
To see that this world is beauty,
To know that life runs not by fate,
Is the pinch of hope for those outside the fence.