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Sunday, July 2, 2023


 

those homeless streets
hopelessness dwells there
disgrace in some outdoor prison
concretion of a peaceful mind
that migratory city space
where all the birds have flown away
I saw Jesus walking there
Satan secreting close behind
open doors have closed there
if the freedom we craved ruled
if rapture bravely walked
those sordid streets
if more of us just dared to care
perhaps every drug and viral jungle
would eventually be left behind
that crowd of slave and prisoner
a penchant for proud flesh rotting off
truthful inner city misery they're in
roaming in profusions of naked
hand in hand with homelessness
where nothing beneficial or penitent grows
creature limbs mysteriously decay
where faith and sentimental love
propensity for joy falls away
such detrimental ancient history
contentious minions and humans
we with our two legged adventures
when we get where we want
that getting most often
ruins so many beautiful features
when we get where we need
like pure water and adequate housing
some flourishing with nourishing feed
our ghoulish selves might not live on
when life is foolishly undernourished
homeless and thirsty and starved
spoils of replenished garbage
tossed into filthy streets
might actually seem
like a generously friendly thing
trending in unfriendly places
where homeless people meet
picking through discards and leftovers
sad storied people inhabit
those tragically sorry streets
forced by homeless thought
fed by hard drug habits
where did Jesus go
I thought he was there
saving lost souls
Satan is there
searching for fools
stalking lost ghouls
demons shall certainly steal
even more than a few
life just isn't fair
drugs and drug dealers
don't ever care
those inner city blues
blowing pollution and smoke
up society's perverted ass
that one big inverted city rule
something hurtfully converted
tragically a nothing new stage
society's magical is forgotten
formulas of physics and chemistry
compounded in this trying day
confounded in this bent age
street life and homelessness
seems so damn crass
populated by this modern
fentanyl and leper class

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