Pay Pay Pay

Chase King

Pay- Pay- Pay Pay me
they say. Enslaved
to pay or you just
can't stay. Out to
the streets where
there is not heat we
freeze our feet as
we beat the streets
trying to find some
place save to sleep.
Oppressed and stressed
to stay alive, we
cry down inside
as we try to get
by. What is the
price for human
life. It's 7 degrees
overnight. We stand
and fight only to end
up staring at
Fluorescent lights
and served a bill
we must pay for a place
we were forced to
stay just for trying to live
just one more day.     
Chase King