Social Justice Poetry

Coldest Night So Far | A Social Justice Poem by J.K. Durick

Shelters fill fast on nights like this –
going down to twenty, maybe lower,
promises snow by morning, winter
weather warning, six inches or more;
the prospects are few, the best ones
fill, the sober and people they know
go first and then what’s left for those
who pass the reputation and attitude
test, the rest must do for themselves,
the drunks and drugged wander out into
the night, the weather is theirs to keep;
a few don’t make it, we find them in
parking lots, in fields, frozen, just dead,
sometimes we know them, other times
they become nameless reminders of
the fact, shelters fill fast on nights like this.


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