Amber has sent me this poem through about the homeless. It is a condemnation of our society that we tolerate homelessness, isn’t it?
A big thank you to Amber.
Does anyone think of our fellow souls
Lost and deep in obscure black holes
The homeless out on the streets
With nothing to eat
Shivering and shaking
A sure death in the making
The mentally ill locked up inside
Dreaming of the world outside
Love and support is what they truly need
I don’t believe that’s what they are getting in places similar to a weed
The old people in homes
Looking out of glass windows
Their figures cast in the shadows
The people living on their own
With no one at home
Lonliness and suicide, they are all alone
The mother’s and father’s struggling to feed their children
The night workers keeping this matrix going
People want to be overthrowing
But war on peace
Will not equal what you want
Where are these people
In the midst of time
It’s something I want to remind
The world of
These parts of the universal fabric
Need our help
Why can’t we hear their yelps?
Will they ever get true help?
With a system designed
To set us up for failure
This society has no allure
Just know you are in my mind
One day will be the time
When you are free
To be healthy, strong and happy
You hold a place within me.
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