Does it really matter
why
she falls
out of her nest
or why her feathers crumple
on stones?
or why
he huddles
on wounded streets
like a whipped stray
without a home
or why
we sip folk lore
and bite the chewy lie
that somehow
the poor have chosen this road
so it’s best
to leave them
all
alone
?
yeah all alone
to die
on streets
where full grown folks hide foster kids
under cardboard homes and dirty sheets
and the shoes of younger runaways
are lost in souls
without
enough to eat
or who knows…
whatever other story
of who they were
before they hit
the wounded streets
Was it their choice
to be bedded
beaten
mistreated
and pushed
so they could lay
like broken eggshells
beneath our nests
and ask Jack Daniels
Why
?
Your social conscience is a beautiful thing. Thank you xx
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:)… thanks so much for ur encouragement:)
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You seem very aware of the plight of the homeless. Very few of us truly aware how close we all are from our life heading into a downward spiral. Job loss, mental health issues etc. We never know which cards are about to be dealt.,,
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Kae, such a powerful expression. Your imagery held me captivated and full of sadness for those forced to live with little or nothing at all.
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Thank u Jerry… oh that our hearts may be filled with compassion so that those who are not heard in our society might be granted a little bit of a voice…
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