Oh, the Irony

[KROD]

Oh, the Irony

Rain
Such a transcendental being,
Pounding its existence on the blanketed street dwellers.
Glazing eyes that mirror each splash,
Resonating minds of our gloomy past,
A past so sad that it comes in gaps,
Gaps that are now filled with each rain splash.
Toxins, although not toxic,
That invade our minds like they invade our boxes,
Lying there on the surface, reflecting their sad faces.
Faces that only know pain and gentrification,
While hot sun beach dwellers are all on vacation.
Irony
Oh, the irony

I think I know where you were going with this poem. I see the "toxins" as the way people view the homeless and their plight. How they are living on the streets, eating from scraps from trash or the floor while at the same locations you have individuals whose main concern is to get the proper shade on their skin. And yes some of these individuals, not all, have this "toxic" way of thinking. Anyway, that's what I got from it. I have to read this more to see if I have any suggestions,lol