Out In The Street.
Out of employment, with nothing to eat,
Out in the world, without friends, without home,
Hoping and praying for death to come;
Mother and children, bare arms and bare feet.
Out in the cold and the pitiless street!
There is the cook-stove upon the bare ground,
Tea-kettles, frying-pans, scattered around.
Here are their bed-clothes and there is the churn,
No cream to put in it, no fuel to burn,
No food, had they fuel___no bread and no meat.
Out in the street! Thrown out in the street!
Out in the street! Aye, thru-out our fair land,
Too many belong to this wandering band!
So many are homeless, with nowhere to rest,
Save at the caprice of the landlord's behest!
Some revel in riches, blase and elite,
Some sorrow for solace and starve on the street.
__Colfax Burgoyne Harman
Poems Of Sentiment
Colfax Burgoyne Harman
(Valley Falls, Kansas: Harman Publishing. 1905)