The homeless he takes home,
The drug addicts and drunks,
The down and out he feeds,
Though a starving dog,
He wouldn’t throw a bone,
The criminals he counsels,
The gangsters on the street,
To pushers he is sweet,
But cannot himself to bring,
To mend a birdies broken wing,
Soup kitchens and the like,
To feed the hungry,
The downtrodden and the weak,
A stray, a kitten lost,
Would not help it off the street,
Resources will he find,
To help the deaf and blind,
To them all he’s kind,
With poison spray the lake and lawn,
Never mind that dying swan,
Will do anything for criminals,
To keep their suffering minimal,
Help them earn a living,
But for a creature small,
He’ll not a cent be giving,
Will study deviant behaviours fancy flight?
And he’ll listen to their plight,
Their struggle and compulsions,
A little bird falls out the nest,
Not help it back to flight,
He thinks it funny to berate,
Those that help a duck or drake,
Or a dolphin in the sea,
You wonder that could be,
Not help them, but you and me,
I’m sure there is an explanation,
Some exclamation in a book,
Wherein he sure could look,
Why to his species is so kind,
And to others is so blind,
But why denigrate those that really see,
Beyond the you and me,
See all relationships in life,
For love and care do strife,
On earth, the sky and sea©
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