Injustices Endured
23rd December 2022

The absence of cutting cold winds along city streets,
overtaken by the arrival of warmer weather,
and holidays ...and slackening attitudes to work.

Christmas carols and sleigh bells do nothing however,
to temper the hardness of the pavement,
of sleeping rough,
of the ravings of a damaged man,
walking, and lecturing.

Lecturing about not wanting to be called a poofter,
about nameless and faceless, (now), injustices endured.

Sleeping Rough (Russell Street),
Melbourne CBD.

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