We are Homeless
Wrote this poem at three-thirty and thirty-three times
Found living on the streets no reason to rhyme
Pissy benches icy boxes filthy garbage cans grime
Public dryers spinning crazy use to cost a dime
In your bed tonight, do you think about me?
Fighting rats real hard over what you ate at three?
Learned Spanish and all the Roman alphabet
Just to fight an imaginary U.S. Naval Ship
No keys keeping feet on this shaky ground
Like homelessness had never ever, ever been around
Give stars money they will never, ever spend
While his fellow man yearns for a bed to sleep in
Ne'er, judge a hungry human for wanting to be full
When you ate your steak chewing holes full of bull
Many on a list of those who are doing extra well
Forget homeless in America are living in jail
This is America's biggest domestic war
Give peace, warm milk and a key to any door
Rich country of mine with millions to burn
Oh America the beautiful why haven't you learned
This is not about elections or winning more votes
It's about a warm shower with a fresh bar of soap
Not asking for a home for just only me
Give up these roofs for all society
Scarred, war hands gives you rest in your bed
Soldiers on the streets may we rest our heads?
We are homeless.
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