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The man walked, shuffled, Through blisters & sores. His shopping cart stutters Past the laden stores. He's lost his mind On rocky shores He had hopes and Dreams galore Now he can't find them Anymore. In the land o' plenty The woman lives hard. Barely feeding her kids With a food-stamp card. The soldier lost limbs, Now he's alone. He is "housed" But has no home. *[chorus] We know the rhyme. We know the riddle. But they still get caught In the middle. Caught in the cracks The streets for some. Cement & sky Is not a HOME.* Emily sits upon the stoop. Goes to kitchens to get soup. Michael lives. He breathes. He talks. But he sleeps In a cardboard box. [chorus] They're called vagrants. They're called bums. Labels they can't overcome. Like wooden ships Their only sea Is in a bottle They can't break free Where's your HEART, society? Where's your SOUL? *Your *EMPATHY? BRIDGE: We must repent. We must atone. We ALL are guilty To the bone. We must help them FIND A HOME.** SøułSurvivør (C) 6/8/2017
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
To Find a Home
The man walked, shuffled, Through blisters & sores. His shopping cart stutters Past the laden stores. He's lost his mind On rocky shores He had hopes and Dreams galore Now he can't find them Anymore. In the land o' plenty The woman lives hard. Barely feeding her kids With a food-stamp card. The soldier lost limbs, Now he's alone. He is "housed" But has no home. *[chorus] We know the rhyme. We know the riddle. But they still get caught In the middle. Caught in the cracks The streets for some. Cement & sky Is not a HOME.* Emily sits upon the stoop. Goes to kitchens to get soup. Michael lives. He breathes. He talks. But he sleeps In a cardboard box. [chorus] They're called vagrants. They're called bums. Labels they can't overcome. Like wooden ships Their only sea Is in a bottle They can't break free Where's your HEART, society? Where's your SOUL? *Your *EMPATHY? BRIDGE: We must repent. We must atone. We ALL are guilty To the bone. We must help them FIND A HOME.** SøułSurvivør (C) 6/8/2017
Inspired by my reading. I'm just writing it so it doesn't "Go away"... I'm sure you can relate!
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
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