Road-Dwelling Eye-Catchers

They who stay on road
Glided by the wistfully frosty nights
Guarding their integrities
And feeding on the thoughts to live past the mere freedom to merely live
Have longed enough for their sufferings to end
And for their voices to be heard
And for their injustices to be looked upon
These wretcheds who seek the fair negotiations of life and death
These hesitants who have wailed high enough at the highest notes of their bowels
These eye-catchers who are not getting a chance to look beyond their own miseries
Because all that is left around them is the smoke of your hatred
They are drenched in your ashfull vengeances
And are looking for a mere place to live
Inside the roads where they are dwelling
Which for you are blocked
With an uneasy sight
Contradicting your assumption of how easy a reality could be like
These survivers are simply looking for the empaths in your have-all hearts
Who'd still know the sacrifice of the tears
Over wide range of joys available
And accessible to mere few, but some.