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Dec 2017
Money weights heavy on the scales of social justice. We’ve all been deceived
social values and beliefs but what about the homeless people you see living on the streets
our society is too quick to throw away the key to the people living on the streets barely getting by, stealing to eat, dealing with social exclusion, depression, addiction, mental health, anxiety that need for a prescription or an alcoholic ingestion, sitting crouched over with their chins burrowed into their knees and their arms tightly wrapped around them, while the fancy ties and Gucci bags just pass them by, do you know some turn tricks in order to survive
they have no shelter no place to call home, no place to be warm
society has tossed them aside, left them fallen
sleeping in doorways of expensive city stores
These people are human beings just like you and me,
they are people’s kids, that are talked about, forgotten about, left to die cold on the street
think about that homeless person you seen lying on the street that could be you or me,
how would you feel if you were begging on the street looking up to frowning faces as they attend there usual rat races big fat briefcases.
Take time to acknowledge their sleeping bag and their cold hands and feet and the cardboard that’s underneath to keep the rain from seeping into their pavement side bed,
is it really too much to ask people if they want a tea or a coffee along with something hot to fill their grouchy tummy , so they may feel like someone actually might care to help them.
When the system has hell bent them. These are ******* people with feelings that just need someone to respect them and a government to protect them.
It’s a diabolical crime for people to be left out to die on the street it happens all the time amongst you and me
be the one that gives hope to the poor souls that’s dying every minute on these cold winter streets
Written by
yw
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