Injustice stares at me;
treads wearily with holed shoes,
shrugs into the same clothes,
drapes over the edges of a stretcher,
hangs limply in the humid heat,
smiles tiredly at the sameness of each day,
talks quickly through its allotted call,
skin-drinks shortened showers,
cries at false reports.
constant companion of despair and struggle.
defeated by resilience and hope.