The man on the street
calls out in pain and anger
Blasphemy. Did you ever even stop to wonder
what hurt him so bad he’d be angry at God? how abandoned...

Once by his own family twice by the system.
You look away in disgust. I say shame on you.
Tired filthy shaking and twitchily she moves her cart.
Money thrown into systems that disable instead of empower.

They too will always be paid,
but the homeless are God’s children
bereft of family, yesterday’s children of abuse.
How dare we turn away?

They are society’s casualties, families’ secrets,
innocent victims, visionaries that walk to a different drummer.
In pain that keeps coming back, like really bad acid,
it just won’t go away for them.

These are the refugees of Trauma so intense
it altered the brain chemistry.
And all we were promised was a kinder and gentler nation
by Bush’s father George, read my lips

Jr. .. DON’T turn away from us.
Somebody out there tell me what the heck is going on?

Kay