Guest Post: It’s My Pain

2015 is a year to take action!

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A Poem by Linda Meyer

In my life I’ve been sad to hear, 
those that don’t care about others, their message is clear. 
“Pick yourself up by your bootstraps” I hear them exclaim,
they care naught for my circumstances, I cannot; It’s my pain.

When you’ve no money, no address, no phone,
no one will hire you, you’re out on your own. 
In this time of high technology, when most businesses hire from online,
having no computer, I can’t put in applications. I haven’t got a dime. 

No transportation to go to a job, no housing, no address, leaves me in a lurch.
So I sit here, and you watch me with wary eyes from your perch,
You assume I committing a crime, just by sitting on a bench.
You assume I’m an addict due to my aromatic stench.

I don’t have a home, no shower, no clean clothes,
For it is I and those who are like me that you do your best to loathe.
Your unwanted assumptions are my cross to bear,
I wonder if you really see me, if you could really care.

Humanity needs to come full circle, to care about each other,
It wasn’t that long ago you see, but now no one wants to bother.
The tribes of the past, used to share and make sure all were taken care of,
No one went hungry, or unsheltered, or unloved.

A lesson for humanity should be given once again on the range,
the ones who are oppressed are the ones who can make change,
but only if we all stick together, regardless of our lot.
We only have each other, and that is all that we’ve got.

So fight for all humanity, against the hoarded greed,
With kindness and fairness, we can all be freed
from this giant rat race, we can live together, and amend
and let the planet heal from our wars on each other, and be better humans once again.

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