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Jul 2013
the parade begins
as the homeless men struggle their
burdens and bags down
thru the blinding sun into the east
to the nearest bus stop
while police cars circle looking
to pick off a few randomly take to jail
fill some quota or just **** some time
perhaps just throw a beating for fun and giggles
*******

there the old man
must be in his seventies struggles for air
but know he must hurry on
lest he get caught up
get on the wrong side of the upper hand

they call it social compassion
they say that these men are all filth
but iv talked to them
iv shared my dinner with them
they are human beings too
need
but who dosnt
sorry...perhaps i should be a little more sympathetic to something or other...just hard to watch a couple of young cops pushing around a seventy year old man cause they got nothing better to do.
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
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