Spare Change?

Poem about homeless people.

Spare Change?

my heart beats for those who seek for clothes, food, and water..

blankets to stay warmer..living on any alley or corner..

some are just waiting for life to end..some wish they

can start life again..some even pretend, so they appear

homeless to us..but not to them..the stinch is strong,

for some its been around for long..but wat went wrong?

some rest calm, all day and night..some sing a song,

and hope we like..they hope  they might earn enough so

they can eat that night. am i right, when i say that we ignore  them?.

..is giving a lil change all we can do for them?

or is it all we should  do? we dont speak to them

cuz we heard its not good to. we kno nothing of their past.. ..

but how long will it last.. dont think it can end fast

after being raped by their country, they search for a path

if  the hope is gone, they can never win..they're no longer

proud to be  Americans..1 out of every 4 are veterans..

don’t be so quick to judge who your better than.