The Forgotten

 It’s heartbreaking to think of the way the city turned a blind eye,

To the cries of those suffering, as the rich lived up high.

The Condo King spoke of the million-dollar homes,

While families were priced out, left to roam.

In Surrey, a dream’s price tag soared to the sky,

While in Bradner, the homes went up with a sigh.

Flipping houses for profit, the greed took its toll,

And the streets filled with hunger, and despair took its hold.

Then came Covid, and the world turned away,

Trapping women in corners, where fear had its say.

One took the life of her tormentor, driven by fright,

A desperate act in the dead of the night.

But the real crime’s the silence, the willful ignore,

As billionaires buy mansions while others implore.

Tents are stolen, belongings tossed aside,

And the people in power pretend they don’t mind.

You, who sit in your office, warm and protected,

Trade places with him, the cold hands, neglected.

He’s someone’s child, a story untold,

Lost in the cracks as the city grows bold.

Where are the missing, the women we mourn?

Where were they when they were broken and torn?

If they had a home, a safe place to be,

Perhaps they wouldn’t have vanished so painfully.

We need homes, we need hearts that care,

Not greed and corruption, but empathy to share.

For the lost and forgotten, the people who bleed,

We need a change, a world where we all can succeed.

So to those with power, hear the call,

For humanity, for justice, for one and for all.