Discarded

Tears flow in the silence from a tender heart that was discarded,
as she sits in that alley, shattered and utterly crushed, behind city hall,
another child treated as refuse by the rules of government,
a statistic erased with liquid paper that is treated as doesn’t exist,
lives in that cardboard box with her homeless mom,
the convenient amnesia of the cold, indifferent bureaucratic
will never help her discard the hunger their numbers never recognize.