Old, and lonely on cold, rainy nights
the rythym of the rain beats like a drum on their head.
I fear this is the fate of thousands.
Fighting for room in cardboard boxes,
left to us by friendly apppliance salesmen.
Where is the food that will fill our guts
and make us live a little longer,
our lifeline grows a little shorter.
Add a litle I don't care to the surface attitude.
and by something sturing in our multi-million dollor corporate heads,
and heroes of today .
We get to live in a shelter.
Don't you think this is happpening everyday in the great U.S.A.?
What we need is another Robin Hood to help us who live in the lowermiddle-class,
and those of us on disability?
Who can help the needy, and the thirsty, without giving us vineagar to replenesh our spirits? Will he ever come?
Author notes
for our state of Connectiut where budgets and lives are at stake
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