Poverty
So this is the good old USA, the land of plenty or so they say... I've walked many miles in rugged shoes, have trodden where many have trod. I've eaten the way they have eaten, and have driven the path they have taken, I have traveled the road they have died on ad have lived the way they have lived. Its where love turns to hate, faith turns to dust, and often times hope turns into distrust. I have slept the way they have slept, without a pillow to rest my weary head, or even a couch to use for a bed... I am here and I am there, just look around, I'm everywhere... I haven't a job or a home, I've nothing in which to call my own, I'm not a criminal just because I roam, I represent many who stand alone! Have you ever heard a soul weep and cry once so shattered that it looses hope and dies? Have you ever looked deep into the eyes of a homeless child, And saw the bleakness as he forced a smile? Yet you ignore me every day as you go on your merry lil way. Sometimes you pretend I do not exist, as I cry out for help, you always resist. Time has now come, I've foundation way, please listen closely to what I have to say... Imagine living in your car, your hopes and dreams all seem so far, you own nothing except a few clothes, no job, no family, or place to call home, imagine the pain of being all alone. As you bounce around from place to place, seeing rejection on every face. You know in your heart, this can't go on, but you're hope is fading and your strength is gone.... Then just when yore at. Rock bottom, living your worst fear, From out of no where it seems, that (s)he appears... A special angel is waiting to dry up your tears! Spacial Angels appear from out of thin air, it seems they come to us in times of despair! They bring with them friendship and love to share as slowly they heal the pain that was there... They are full of compassion and love to go around, Stop treating our homeless and poor like criminals just because they have no home, were not the leaders of every great religion also choose to roam? By helping as many as possible, in any way that we can, even if all you can do is talk to them, and letting them know you understand... Imagine the miracles we could all work together! Be a special Angel if you dare, there are so many who need to know How much you care!
2018-08-18 03:51:52
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