Welcome to Poetry.com

Poetry.com is a huge collection of poems from famous and amateur poets from around the world — collaboratively published by a community of authors and contributing editors.

Navigate through our poetry database by subjects, alphabetically or simply search by keywords. You can submit a new poem, discuss and rate existing work, listen to poems using voice pronunciation and even translate pieces to many common and not-so-common languages.

Rate this poem:(0.00 / 0 votes)


The lonely walk in terror
Out late in Paisley Street,
Afraid of all the reprobates
Winos, druggies, freaks.

The street folk of Footscray
Have learnt to live with fear,
Of winos, druggies, muggers
Starvation ever rears.

The down-trodden live in freight cars
Rusted out in sidings,
In packing crates and boxes
In fear and cold, they’re hiding.

The forgotten sleep on benches
Deep in Footscray Park,
Away from sight and thought
Lost souls in the dark.

We say we’d like to help them
But we just don’t care enough,
So they starve and die of cold
Street folk living rough.

We’d really like to help the poor
But in truth, we just don’t care,
We’d like to have compassion but
Compassion is now so rare.

So let the poor help themselves
Because God helps though who do,
Why should the rich pay any tax
When the rich were born to rule!

To hell with largesse oblige
We’re not obliged to carry our weight,
So if the poor folk starve and die
We know that it’s just their fate!

They’re fated to die without our help
And so they’ll just have to die,
We’re obscenely rich as we mean to stay
So let the poor eat humble pie!

© Copyright 2021, Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

About this poem

Another of my poems about the downtrodden and street people.

Font size:

Written on June 16, 2008

Submitted by PHIL_ROBERTS on July 16, 2021

1:05 min read

Phil Roberts

I am 64 and loves cats, rock music, and horror fiction and poetry more…

All Phil Roberts poems | Phil Roberts Books

FAVORITE (3 fans)

Discuss this Phil Roberts poem with the community:



    Find a translation for this poem in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)


    Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:


    "THE TERRIBLE NIGHT" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2021. Web. 21 Sep. 2021. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/105100/the-terrible-night>.

    Become a member!

    Join our community of poets and poetry lovers to share your work and offer feedback and encouragement to writers all over the world!

    Browse Poetry.com


    Are you a poetry master?

    Who wrote the poem "Stopping by Woods On a Snowy Evening"?
    • A. John Keats
    • B. Robert Frost
    • C. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
    • D. William Shakespeare

    Our favorite collection of

    Famous Poets