Homeless

Homeless people, vagrants, there but for the grace of God go I

We label the human race through cruel and judgemental eyes

A past to tell but no one listens as they really do not care

‘I’m aright Jack’ is the attitude and I’ve plenty of change to spare

Yes, they really sleep on the streets in the bitter cold and snow

Loss of homes can take us there, don’t be complacent, who’s to know

Andrew used to be a teacher. Now you don’t seem to be so blind

His wife died and it broke his heart, he lost his job, his house, his mind

Why does education and social standing change the way you feel

But you don’t care enough to consider how he might get his next meal

Always avoiding eye contact to avoid the guilt you’re feeling inside

Disgust displayed like a peacocks feathers, true feelings, you prefer to hide

The day that you saw Andrew, it was actually his last day on earth

He died hungry, lonely and homeless and obviously had no self worth

What human being deserves that, to die on the streets alone ?

Emaciated and freezing, in the end he was just skin and bone

You’d cry if you saw a dog suffering, you’d demand it was freed from its pain

Andrew suffered until the end, would you just walk past him again ?