Huddled in vague clusters
Close to soaked, and shivering
Cardboard casts contempt, our cries
Hack and slash at the lesions their lies
Leave on our skin, and our minds.
We push on, speaking and singing
Through unfair weather
Until the sun blesses us
Equal in the radiance we all receive.
We go against the grain
As sunlight glints off the windows
Of unfinished construction projects
We paid for, still pay for,
And cannot even enter.