Her " old man" stood by the window , bare
Bones showing before the outer snow
Staring at something seen out there
She could not see but she sure did know

With knotted brow and pursed lip
He went to the table scant with food
And from their meager dinner chose to pick
Up what they could scarce afford to lose

Out the door and to the street he went
Toward the pile of rags in the alleyway
Through the gun fire her prayers were sent
He lifted up the head which in the rags did lay

He was feeding the man when the cops came by
"It's illegal to feed the homeless here"
He gave them his most loving smile
"If I don't he's bound to die"

"Get to your feet, you're  under arrest"
He hesitated but continued on
He felt the tassers enter his chest
He kept on feeding til the meal was done

The cops kept firing again and again
From her window she saw it clear
When he couldn't get up she knew he was dead
She knew it well and without fear

The same story --YOU AND ME
is happening to us constantly
Still her soul stays free
You know we see her every day

In our silence ,our shame
Fills our children's hearts with grief