I wonder if in these evil days
the rain is not what it seems?
Could it be tears from the hosts of heaven
for a country filled with forsaken
and broken dreams?
Millions waking on the ground
or over a subway grate
While the one's that have go uncaringly by
impervious to their fate.
The scammers sit begging by choice
on corners throughout the land
Robbing alms from the truly needy
creating indifference in those willing to
lend a hand
Our government gives and gives to illegals
as soon as they provide an address
The homeless by definition don't qualify
it's become a ridiculous mess
The churches try with shelters and food
but are not even making a dent
And we the people have little affect
as to how our monies paid to the government
are utilized and spent
We must see thru the maze of lies
and help to change the
things we can
To stop the flow of wealth to the visitors
and help the citizens
of our land
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This poem IS timeless!!
Peace&Grace,
Sharon
randy
Kathy