Trash, they say
Help is it you need?
Get a job, do your part
Never knowing you were
Doomed from the start
Single file line, just to get a meal
No one caring how you feel
Like cattle to a slaughter
You’d kill for clean water
Warm blanket, whole socks
A chance to sleep up off the rocks
Addict, hobo, beggar… names
They throw out thinking
They’re better
No one knows your story, no one cares
To know your name
They walk by without a care, noses
Turned high up in the air
Never seeing a father, mother
Son, daughter, sister, brother
Never knowing, how you fought
For another
Young and naive,
Sent straight to war
Only to come home and be loved
No more, because the pain you
Endured was overwhelming to handle
Anxiety… depression, PTSD
I look at you and see you as me
I’ll give my blanket, the socks off my feet
Take you home off the
Rocks to a safe place to eat.
A part of you died, putting your life
On the line
For those who look at you, and
See only grime
Need a beer, here’s another 20
I’ll give my last dime because
In the end
Your demons are no different
Than mine
