I stopped in a broken town called Shelton today,
everything dead and nothing at play,
every building was missing it's store,
And every corner had its own *****.
As I walked into the local shop,
grab a pack of cigs and a bottle of peace,
a man stood like a dog by the door,
begging for scraps and nothing more,
I grabbed him a sandwich and some water,
sitting with him I watched him become fodder.
The church let out and everyone came,
grabbing their food and never mentioning his name,
as he dug in the trash they laughed and pointed,
denying him his bone,
while taking a picture with their phone.
So as I watched him break down,
I wondered why no one took him off the ground,
And with a selfish realization,
no one wanted his contamination.
Losing what they have is what they worry for most,
And God forbid they become his host.