Beneath a Busy Overpass

by

h. lena jones

A homeless man made primetime news

For eight long years he lived

Beneath a busy overpass

He built himself a plywood shelter

No larger than a garden shed

He paid no taxes, rates, or light bills

Yet he did have electricity!

Now the overpass is to be revamped

And the man was asked to leave

He refused, of course

For after all, the shed, though illegal

Was his precious little home!

So an eviction notice was served

But still he refused to leave

That’s when the authorities had no choice

But to bodily carry him out

Amidst homeless activists shouts

“Leave him alone, this is his home.

He has squatter’s rights!”

Injustice of any kind is sad

And losing a home can be devastating

But when the home is illegal

Shouldn’t the law be respected?

These days it seems that

Right is wrong, and wrong is right

The Spirit of anti-Christ is at large

Abiding rules of any kind triggers rebellion

Everyone wants to do what’s right in his own eyes

Then we wonder what’s wrong with our world

And question where is God in all this

Thing is, we can’t have it both ways

Chose whom you will follow!

“The Lord looked down from heaven upon the children of men

to see if there were any that did understand, and seek Him.”

(Psalm 14:2)