Here's a simple poem with a powerful message I think. It's by poet David Ignatow, and is found in Wherever Home Begins: 100 Contemporary Poems selected by Paul B. Janeczko [YA 811.54 WHE]:
I thought that if he could stoop
to pick out rubbish, each piece
placed in his bag--a tedious job
in front of crowds, all day
the trains at a steady roar,
the lighting dim, the air stagnant--
from bin to bin, searching
to the bottom for gum wrappers,
crumpled newspapers, torn sandwich
bags, cigarette stubs, particles
clinging to his fingers. All this
without a word, bending
at the foot of a steel pillar,
it was not too much for me
to be witness.
No words needed.
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