At mornings, going past the same eroded homeless man that disagrees with this idea of him; he has a bin to keep his clothes in, and he fumbles when by his bench, on the corner of the square, there are students, or some other section of society, demonstrating over this or that. And I’m passing by, on the way to higher education, higher population; And I drink out with my friends, listen when they say, “You see too much.” I laugh and then I stop. I say: “Sometimes I wish I was more blind.” I wouldn’t mind not seeing the homeless man, crying for his clothes, after the sanitation people came and took away everything he owned, when he was driven away, away from his home, by student asking for better human rights.
I love the ending. Overall this is a very good piece. Some grammatical errors you may want to pick up on.
