Less fortunate

















Let us call forth a healthy despair,







Towards our cruel, dense world.






Let’s look at the poor and their lives.





Yes some are nutty, senseless and bashed,






but if we act nasty, to are human kind






What does that truly say about our selves?






Oh sure we can say, they’re just lazy bums.







People treating a human being








like nothing but roadkill







And for some senseless reason,








Many of us assume








Because we got golden







and the homeless got screwed







Does not mean that they are







Some dim, gray pitiful star







and that we are brighter







Seeing the homeless around







In these unfriendly towns






Is like a flower being stepped on








Over and over again