Stepping Over the Problem
Stepping Over The Problem
I make my bed
on the street
Curled in a doorway
under your feet
You step over me
we're unlikely to meet
I'm covered in newspaper
sometimes a plastic sheet
trying to hold onto warmth
just a small amount of heat
Kelowna's councillors
they are so wise
They vote to shield
your delicate eyes
But where should we go
can't they hear our cries
Who will help them change perception
so they realize
they too one day
might fall on hard times
Then they might hope
a different logic applies
Instead vote on solutions
We too want a home
Do they think this is our first choice
sleeping in a doorway all alone
Can't they see we want food and comfort
or have their hearts turned to stone
Instead they'll equip a ticket giver
with a dumbphone
Because a few groan
Saying they don't feel safe
as I inconveniently suffer and moan.
Maybe next time
When you walk down the street
It will only be rich people you'll meet
I won't be sitting with a cup
begging for something to eat
the sad face you couldn't see
from your mind erased
Everything will seem perfect
nothing out of place
Or perhaps if you really cared
I'd have a proper place to sleep
with a bed and roof
and yes a bit of precious heat.
In response to Kelowna Council's decision to ban the homeless from sleeping on the streets.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016
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