Walk tall all you mothers, and fathers who have that place to go.

You are secure in knowing where all your meals will fall,

counting your secure love on those pretty little painted fingers, and toes.

Drape the streets with your hideaway minds

driving your cars with tinted windows, and behind closed blinds

look the other way, as long at it is understood

when all you need to say is that it’s all good

how do you sleep knowing that all is not right?

Deep inside, you do know it,

but the numbing of the soul never shows

but the apathy starts to grow, and ignorance along with it

with your flags of shame waving to high but who hold that pole?

They struggle, but they know, they are borrowing time.

Living space gets tighter as the food grows scarce

This garden is now closed.

no shoes, no shirt, no progress,

as the popular crew starts to digress.

walking passers by turn the other cheek,

while the powerless fall, their sleeping on the streets of borrowed time

never the flavor of the week.

The pride never died, therefore the hand goes to their sides

only the knock at deaths door, will beggars bow in shame.

No volunteers shall offer any substance

they just count their blessings and their bucks.

The troubled, count their blessings too

they appreciate the little they are clinging.

Those who smile look away

for they will never understand

what the meaning of life is all about

to help your fellow man

when he is down and out.

Never pay the beggar

preempt his struggle

know when it is time

think, know, and you become richer in your soul,

it is the offer that seals the deals in life.