Beneath the lights

A grey sky sheds 
never-ending tears 
it weeps for 
homeless bodies 
huddled together                  

Rain streaks down
the cheeks 
of a cold city 
uncaring of 
ragged street urchins 
Santa has again
forgotten        
                                    
Festivity wears 
a skirt  
of bright lights 
that does not hide 
the darkness
underneath                                 

Is this
a celebration 
of failure?                

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