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.