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I just came face to face with a helpless, homeless woman in a wheel chair-
near the entrance to office depot, begging for food.
I, the useless lump with pockets dry could do nothing to better or prevent the unhappy end
in which I left.

I can only ever wonder, how we justify the waste of money,
How I was the only one to notice, who's heart went limp with pain and anguish-
while people past her by. Why was I the one? Why could I not(like magic) teleport-
a politician or C.E.O for them to explain to her, (to look into her eyes)-
why she can't have a home and a hot meal to eat in front of her.

If you bought a new tv, if you bought a new pc, if you wasted more then a dollar,
picture her starving face.

If you bought yourself a plane, your a greedy monster, think of her face.
If you feel nothing, you have my hate- following you and following you into your grave.

I spit in your direction, watch the saliva dribble down.
I want you to taste my hatred for your greed then bury you in the ground.

So people like that woman can have a home at last...
instead of begging for what we all should have.

Justify it please, say it to my face
my fist aching, it wants to see you misstep
it wants kiss your chin.

Justify your consumerism, your pointless economy,
your corporate fascism, justify it....
I want to hear your lies before I bust you down!

I want to carry the heads of wall street into a room full of homeless
and watch them celebrate at your demise.
For conscience of humanity has dissipated into a financial wreck that must be stopped
before all is lost.

That woman is probably still sitting outside that store;..... begging.

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