Who Is My Brother

homelessness

 

Who is my Brother

 

He lay in the heat, he lay in the cold

Nothing to eat, feeling so old

Taunted by day, hides through the night

Last week another, lost this long fight

Despised by the masses, his presence annoys

A menace to others, who have much to enjoy

Why doesn't he work, earn his own way

Just like us, he should have to pay

 

Yet...

 

I overheard his story, he once had it all

A business and a house, until illness came to call

His days became a struggle, he started losing more

Couldn't keep the pace, he had to close the store

“Friends” turned away, “We'll pray for you”, they said

Quickly they moved on, feeling pride instead

The day his house was taken, he begged for one more week

Waiting on a miracle, they wouldn't grant that week

Shelters were his home now, at least for a time

Until the night he got in late, in there that is a crime

Soup kitchens helped, but could only feed a portion

Too many like him, not enough donations

He died alone last night, they said poor health the cause

But I know the truth, a broken heart it was

 

© spiritscript

Reviews

[Q]

I love it! Not just for the message (this is a tough reality we all need to take a closer look at), but the rhythm carried me through perfectly.

It cuts and yet it's not directly accusing. The title says it all, these men are our brothers. We can't just walk away from them with empty promises and cold hearts or a condemning thought to save ourselves the trouble of caring.

[Spiritscript]

Thank you! :)

[Mason]

I cried!

[Spiritscript]

Thank you! :)