The man walked, shuffled,
Through blisters & sores.
His shopping cart stutters
Past the laden stores.
He's lost his mind
On rocky shores
He had hopes and
Dreams galore
Now he can't find them
Anymore.
In the land o' plenty
The woman lives hard.
Barely feeding her kids
With a food-stamp card.
The soldier lost limbs,
Now he's alone.
He is "housed"
But has no home.
[chorus]
We know the rhyme.
We know the riddle.
But they still get caught
In the middle.
Caught in the cracks
The streets for some.
Cement & sky
Is not a HOME.
Emily sits upon the stoop.
Goes to kitchens to get soup.
Michael lives.
He breathes.
He talks.
But he sleeps
In a cardboard box.
[chorus]
They're called vagrants.
They're called bums.
Labels they can't overcome.
Like wooden ships
Their only sea
Is in a bottle
They can't break free
Where's your HEART, society?
Where's your SOUL?
Your EMPATHY?
BRIDGE:
We must repent.
We must atone.
We ALL are guilty
To the bone.
We must help them
FIND A HOME.
SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/8/2017
Inspired by my reading.
I'm just writing it so it doesn't
"Go away"... I'm sure you can relate!