So many times the less fortunate are left less fortunate especially during the holidays. I always ask myself what if that lady on the street was my mom. Or what if that was my daughter begging for food.
People without hope
in a world of hope
people without faith
in a world of faith
scars without healing
in a world of health
emotions without feeling
in a world of death
death without dying
in a place of breath
tears without crying
in their hopelessness
shoes without soles
in a land of wealth
people without clothes
leaning on empty shelf’s
snow without boots
and we fuss about gas
in the cold with no suits
while we sit first class
Sleeping in boxes and such
while we put our ducks in a row
and count what we earned
but they have no place to go
do you hear them singing
do you feel their innocence
have you asked yourself this question
which finger will you lift
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