The clouds are closing in
Closing in on me
and I am not safe.
The rain is knocking on my door,
Which is the tree
I am leaning against.
The earth is my home.
More so for me,
Than the ones who
are tucked in their beds
with a warm place to be.
And a fridge full
of food to eat.
Yeah that’s me.
The one sitting in the park
With a backpack and a dirty face.
Yeah that's me.
The one watching you walk by
Looking at me with disgrace.
What would you say
if your daughter was me?
Or your son,
the football player wannabe?
You are only
a few steps from where I sit,
Not physically...
But what would happen
if your money ran out?
Wouldn’t you just s**t?
You wouldn’t look at me...
Like I could have done better...
Better for you?
or better for me?
I am here because
I haven’t been killed yet.
I smile because...
I haven’t died yet
Do you understand
why I am here now?
We are all here
because we aren’t dead yet..
Still you frown
on those with less than you
Because we don’t have a Mercedes,
Or a house on the Avenue.
But we still breath
the same air.
And we still drink
the same water.
I bet my heart
is bigger than yours.
And my life
is better than yours.
So turn your eyes from me
And walk home now.,
To your safe haven
of greed and suffering.
I will sit here and wait
to some day see you smile
Looking at me
as I hand you
your Government Cheese.

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