Do you really believe they chose this?
That this was their great goal?
Have you considered what events
Removed them all, from life’s payroll?
Belongings, spilling onto pavements
With only two senses you observe
Then walk past full of judgement
With your assumptions, you dis-serve
Circumstance, their badge of existence
Their lonely truth; societies disdain
Acknowledgement, a powerful present
A true antidote, to their pain
As trapped by others’ opinions
As by the doorway, where they sit
So why not take a moment
To make this part of your remit?
You don’t want to give your money?
Who deems that you’re worth more?
Than the soul, that you see sitting
On their cardboard covered floor
If you want to live your purpose
A conscious member of this race
Then give a warm drink and a sandwich
And make this action commonplace