He sits on the street
With his cup at his feet,
Hoping someone will help –
Give him change.
Such a very young man
Doesn’t quite understand
Why he’s homeless and lost,
It feels strange.
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So he shoulders the blame,
The despair and the shame,
As he begs for his food,
For subsistence,
While the ‘good and the wise’
Swallow media-fuelled lies,
And reprimand him
For existence.
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But he once had a home,
Didn’t live all alone,
He had family and friends,
Just like you;
But that all fell apart,
And its broken his heart,
He’s lost everything good
That he knew.
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And there’s thousands like him.
Cast aside on a whim,
Ignored and abused –
On insruction;
They are hungry and cold,
Their whole future’s been sold
By a government bent
On destruction.
CAROLE ANNE ROGERS 