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To You
To you who hides your face,
Sitting on cardboard
Asking for change, with your cardboard sign
Is it change you want? Or coins?
I am frustrated by your lack of motion-
Sometimes there is the puppy eye,
The sleeping angel,
The cardboard cut out, tent
Sometimes there's rocking,
I've also heard bothered screams.
What is the condition of your heart?
Where are all your dreams?
Do you have a mental or intellectual condition?
Did someone let you go? I am here to listen, don't you know, don't you know.
The organization giving out blankets- stopped- it was covid, and they did not know you do not wear socks, and it is forecast to snow.
Don't lite that pipe! Stop using needles!
With all the things you do, it's hard not feeling sorry for you.
But 'sorry' is certainly not the best action, in this situation-
Some people speak kindness and hope and civil unsatisfaction.
'Cause the way things are,
Is deserving of reaction.
Those drugs are dirty,
And I seek revenge,
for two of my neighbours,
And one of my friends.
Copyright ©
Lia Hart
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