Street shamans

Where did they go?

No sign of the poor today.
Their sidewalk dwellings were abandoned.
Stained concrete and scattered wood.
The broken boxes and rotten remains of fruit.
The wind and the sun must have chased them out of their
half broken shelters!
They pursue a living off beer cans and cardboard,
noone touches them.
Yet their innocence for all things simple
makes them street shamans.
And where can a poorman´s advice get you but the gutter you say?
Although they´ve seen more evil than most,
their faces show no signs of being betrayed.