Homelessness

To all those who do not take pity,
please read this little ditty,
of lives so sad,
they'll make you glad
that you can take no pity.

There's a man with a dog
praying, not to god,
but holding his hands up for mercy
to his fellow beings.
Begging, not for a cheap payday,
but for humanity.

What to do?

The money will be boozed away
or, worse still,
he'll use the cash
to get a stash
of substances that need no mention.

For shame!

When was the last time we went to a
distillery?
Have you seen the price of the intoxicating artillery?

For shame!

How many drugs cost 50 pence?
Please have some common sense.

Take a closer inspection through
non-judgmental lenses;
wipe away the hostility
and the culpability.

That man was once a little child
With little fingers
and little toes.
His mother probably wiped his snotty nose
and taught him proper etiquette.

And once were you a little child,
With little fingers
and little toes.
Who, if saw, a person on the street
would not treat
them with disrespect
but would entreat
your parents
to help them with their plight.
And would fight
for their right
to have a home
and love
and warmth.