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Don't think everyone eats
Because you eat
Or drinks clean water
Because you still can.
Don't think everyone has a bed
In which to lay their head
Don't think there's a stove
Like yours in every household
Houses hold stuff;
Household stuff
Some people walk
With all their stuff -in bags.
Got to sleep with
One eye open
Glad to have eyes.
Grateful eyes.
And there are more
And more out there,
with nowhere to be.
Cannot stand nor sit.
Glad to have a cell
Jail is their hotel, If lucky.
Don't think that- that bath
You took is "par for the course"
Think outside of your door.
Look outside of your window.
For some …
America isn’t happening anymore.
Now you lay it down to sleep,
Praying for your soul to be kept
The shortest verse is,
“Jesus wept".
People sleeping
On the ground and floors...
Even the shelters doors are closed.
How long can you hold on?
Facing the elements and the sun.
Living on the edge of hope.
Kill you for a bar of soap.
No Medical, nor food and now neglected.
No control over your own circumstances,
Children no longer being protected.
Living off others and depending on chance.
No one to render that, human touch.
Its dog eat dog,” look at her-
She’s over der eating”;
Some have nothing;
Some have much.
So much that;
They are not in touch,
with the new reality;
That for some
"America just isn’t
happening anymore".
Singing “la la la la” …
Have-nots, attack the ones
Who have a lot -
Envy rises if you even, eat a lunch,
and they’re not eating.
Do you blame them?
So, just keep walking through
Singing- la dee da la dee da.
Hey, you in la la land
“What are you going to do”?
Your “Stuff “won’t be going with you.!