Dark Streets

These dark streets, home to those with no homes,

No lifestyle to depend on with nobody to phone.

Sleepless nights and thoughts of suicide are present,

Just another human being with a struggle considered a "peasant".

 

Daily success rubbed in the nose of their tough luck,

Dependant on those angles who put a buck in the cup if they look.

But even then, what's the option for better living ?

Create a victim for free meals and a bed in prison ?

 

Some, even with the cards they've been dealt,

Would never victimise another just to benefit themselves.

And to me, that's more than a fancy car, more than a wallet,

More human than some of us are... ironic.

 

Some, turn to religion and pray for better condition,

When all they need is a politician with a little ambition.

A genuine soul to stick to his role,

Take the money he stole for use as damage control.

 

Stop, storing the gold and start cleaning the streets,

What use is a bullion if nobody can eat ?

What's a swag bag in the hands of a hoarder ?

When a man the same as you and I lives a life without order.

 

Passed daily by pockets that jingle with change,

But that's all they do is pass, not willing to change.

No helping hand for the families that we pushed to the bottom,

Veterans who fought for us are now considered a "problem".

 

Our priorities are set to focus only on ourselves,

And we wonder why there's no space left in our prison cells.

To build as a country we must start with our own streets,

Bring homes to us all and makes actions from speech.

 

- Jack

 

 

#Quote

 

There is a lot that happens around the world that we cannot control,

we cannot prevent droughts and we cannot prevent all conflict.

But when we know where the hungry, the homeless and the sick

exist, then we can help - #Jan #Schakowsky