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less fortunate

they sleep in the streets we sleep in our beds

they starve we waste

some fought for our country

some took the wrong path

we laugh we make fun they cry they plead

they freeze while we cuddle by the fire

we think we are better but if we were good we would help them

we would save them

some have kids that die from lack of what we throw away

all the while we primp and cherish pets we dont even like

we eat from silver and china

they eat from the ground from what we throw away

we are cowards while they brave the world the night with no where to hide

we are the monsters of the world

they are less fortunate and we roll with laughter because the mistakes we could of made they taught us not to by making them first.

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Written by
chelsea-ashdown
American
Published
Sep 26, 2012
Lines·Words
15·146
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i see homeless people all the time and people make fun of them and it kills me becuase they are people just like us.

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