 Blog PostsFriends         | Less deadThe less deadThose forgotten, unnoticed, and on the edges The fully marginalized Hookers, addicts, mentally ill, the homeless, the poor We are the less dead for our deaths bring no outrage We vanish, disappear, go missing No one raises the alarm Our disappearances go unnoticed, unseen You could care less It takes a pile of our bodies Mass murder Multiple victims Before anyone sees a pattern Puts two and two together For every suburban house wife that vanishes It takes three maybe four of our deaths To even warrant a look in our direction Maybe they’ll do something maybe not But us less dead are still humans With families Lives Stories Struggles Are we truly less? No one deserves to die like that No matter what their prior transgressions But do not throw us to the wolves There is a reason we are such common victims Throw away people Human prey To human monsters Evil predators That can kill with impunity Because they choose those No one will miss The lost souls People of the streets The less dead |
