Its a long day on my street
the wrong way to go and see
all this city tragedy,
worn sleeping bags
and tattered rags,
all those suffering
lonely roaming people,
and those immigrants
yearning to breathe free.

We didn’t start the fire.
We didn’t light the match.
We didn’t burn the city
down to the tent towns
where homeless hearts
wander wearily around.

But this is the mess
that I am living in,
this is the swap
that politicians have given men
women and innocent children.

All working but still starving
while trying to make a living.

Welcome to my American nightmare.