People living in cardboard boxes ...
What are they doing there,
Are they there out of choice,
Or there in despair?
Are they there through their own fault,
Or is the blame society's at large,
Should you give them some free assistance,
Or have police put them on a charge?
Unlike the good samaritan,
You choose to walk on the other side,
Quite happy to debate lofty moral issues,
Until you meet reality, stumble and collide.
Cardboard City's inhabitants,
Are surely past redemption,
Would you really make that statement,
If in there, lived your son?
Shouldn't they help themselves more?
Perhaps they've already been trying,
All I know is they are fellow human beings,
And in the winter ... they are dying.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
People living in cardboard boxes ...
What are they doing there,
Are they there out of choice,
Or there in despair?
Are they there through their own fault,
Or is the blame society's at large,
Should you give them some free assistance,
Or have police put them on a charge?
Unlike the good samaritan,
You choose to walk on the other side,
Quite happy to debate lofty moral issues,
Until you meet reality, stumble and collide.
Cardboard City's inhabitants,
Are surely past redemption,
Would you really make that statement,
If in there, lived your son?
Shouldn't they help themselves more?
Perhaps they've already been trying,
All I know is they are fellow human beings,
And in the winter ... they are dying.
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