Stench of urine,
Hand-me-downs from the dumpster I suppose.
Rummaging through waste baskets,
Feasting on tainted food scraps,
Hiding in the shadows,
Sleeping on steam grates,
Something less than human.
Left for dead in the cold,
Filth in the form of flesh and blood,
But have you ever looked into their eyes,
Heard their hearts beat,
Seen them cry,
Gasp for their final breath?
I’m sure you haven’t
As you stepped over their broken bodies,
Avoiding them like the plague,
Chuckling at their despair,
On your way to your comfortable life.
Can’t you take a moment to lend a hand,
A little food,
A little shelter,
A bit of cash,
Instead of treating them like lepers,
Feeding off teets of the man..
You don’t know them,
You don’t know their stories,
But you should…
They are our brothers and sister after all.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~