Well am I mine or your brothers keeper? Let’s delve this subject a little bit deeper.

When I am cold and oftentimes hungry, I find the situation inwardly funny. How people can say: “GOD’S GONNA BLESS YA HONEY”!

No sweetie, we need shoes, food and a roof. How can you stand there so smug and aloof?

So basically, what you’re saying is bye-bye, shoo! Yet when you were in need someone helped you.

You choose to not remember that that was once you.

I cannot receive or even conceive your attitude. While you’re not realizing you’re being rude and/or very crude.

Are we merely being chimney sweepers? Or are we really and truly our brother’s keeper?

Take timeout to look at yourself… Look at the pain that aches, when you only think of yourself.

Yeah, I’m going through what I’m going through now. And as it always turns out, you’re always busy somehow. Is this that christian ‘way’ that I’ve heard about?

Here we are homeless, barefoot, no shoes. Yet, you seem to feel that empty platitudes will do.