Homelessness is not for the weak,
It is not for those who seek pity, or the meek.
It is a building block of inequality,
The inequality of our civil liberties.  
The powerful gained power by climbing over the corpses,
Frozen to the grounds we deplete.
Death of the elements, while being viewed as a ****.
A **** growing on the land they own,
Hoping to ride us from their home.
Bearing to arms to cause harm,
Broken souls whom seek to reform.
The diamond covered in dirt that gets kicked around and discarded.
In the moment, an everlasting present struggle for vitality,
Survival becomes an unknown reality.
The laws smother the potential fire beneath the hopefuls’ wings,
Clipping dreams of hope, never lending a nurturing hand.
Be the one to stand against,
Be progressive, insightful viewing the world through others’ lens.
It is a beautifully unique story an individual faces,
Be the good, the hopeful love, compassion and understanding embraces,
Is the revolution against starvation