We're Supposed To Care
invisible in plain sight
humanity's throwaways live on the street
begging for a living
I know that sounds absurd
in a world of plenty
we are human beings; we're supposed to care,
yet we never seem to have
enough stuff to share
it's time for us to accept
that we are, our brother's keeper
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