Urban Agglomeration of Hunger

Within an infested pit of the weak.
Blind swarms hunt down the isolated.
Hunger is rife but there is not enough food.
The bound together prey on the most feeble.
Running is painful and there is no further shelter.
To try to run, made to run barefoot across razor wire.
As the wire cuts their feet, dirt infects the wounds.
They have to crawl, scraping and slicing open their knees.
They try to pull away sharp edges, their hands bleeding.
How do they manage to drag themselves across painful ground?
No one to help them, manipulation and predators everywhere.
Poser hungry attack the truly hungry even more.
So many feel thrills from the pain of the innocent.
The nicest most in need of help.
Seen as uptight by one crowd, as filthy scum by them other.
They are neither, they are the working class heroes.
They can offer so much but they need your help.
Please don't judge them, they didn't choose to be stuck there.
Show them kindness and the rewards will be great.
They will help you but first they need help for themselves.
Please don't judge them, they didn't choose to be there.
They were born into pain and misery through no fault of their own.
They need guidance to find the way out.
They break their arms and legs as they struggle for freedom.
They will continue to crawl while being hit with hot sharp metal whips.
Their backs are covered in wounds from their own struggles.
They might not even make it, but the carry on.
So much desire, so few resources to help them.