If true love exists
Then so does true hate
Even though that it shouldn't
This world should be great

We should live in a world
Filled with love and with peace
Everyone treated fairly
This needs to exist

But no

People live alone
Experiencing pain
All alone in the gutter
While getting cold from the rain

We think that we help them
By giving a meal
And hoping they like it
But all that we do is affect how they feel

We all give them food
And unhealthy drinks
When all they need is a place to rest their souls
And let themselves think

You could actually help
By making a deal
And have people support you
That wish to heal

Donate all the money
That you don’t need to own
So people can live
Somewhere they can call home


By Lydia Forrest