they sleep in the streets we sleep in our beds
they starve we waste
some fought for our country
some took the wrong path
we laugh we make fun they cry they plead
they freeze while we cuddle by the fire
we think we are better but if we were good we would help them
we would save them
some have kids that die from lack of what we throw away
all the while we primp and cherish pets we dont even like
we eat from silver and china
they eat from the ground from what we throw away
we are cowards while they brave the world the night with no where to hide
we are the monsters of the world
they are less fortunate and we roll with laughter because the mistakes we could of made they taught us not to by making them first.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 8:46 AM UTC
they sleep in the streets we sleep in our beds
they starve we waste
some fought for our country
some took the wrong path
we laugh we make fun they cry they plead
they freeze while we cuddle by the fire
we think we are better but if we were good we would help them
we would save them
some have kids that die from lack of what we throw away
all the while we primp and cherish pets we dont even like
we eat from silver and china
they eat from the ground from what we throw away
we are cowards while they brave the world the night with no where to hide
we are the monsters of the world
they are less fortunate and we roll with laughter because the mistakes we could of made they taught us not to by making them first.
i see homeless people all the time and people make fun of them and it kills me becuase they are people just like us.
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