Told to move along brass badge in the face
Too lazy to pull this guitar from it's case
And show them they should not look down in disgrace
Before too long you also don't belong anyplace
Crown of thorns matted dreadlocks on head
Shopping cart tipped by the underpass bed
Line around the block where all but early birds get fed
Gold hearted volunteers hand out stale bronze bread
Your smile
Always put a disturbed look on their faces
Isn't it an irony
You're in a town called Dignity
How many times must one lose a job
Before it feels like your soul has been robbed
Molesters and murderers blame genes for their lot
You blend in your best but even they see a slob
Mayor came in she said "Let's move them downtown."
Media came in they said "Capture the frowns!"
Samaritans came in and said "Don't push them around."
Taxpayers stayed home held their beaten heads down
No one but the bulldozer driver stuck around
Came in to generously level the ground
All day and all night in the elements outside
You find it's not a free ride
What you pay with is your pride
Paul Summers Jr.
CZYTASZ
A Town Called Dignity
PoezjaPoetry for the Homeless No judgement, just how it looked from one person's perspective.