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The man with no eyes…
Walks up and down the train…
Simply begging for money…
It all seems so inhumane…
He has one limb missing…
Guides himself with a White stick…
Yet people try to ignore him…
As if he’s some kind of lunatic…
The child on the street…
Wrapped in a blanket of dirt…
Has been so mistreated…
A life filled with mistrust and hurt…
Scrambling around for any coins…
Dropped beneath our feet…
Or bravely asking aloud…
With a smile so sad, but so sweet…
The girl with her hand out…
Sits quietly on the stairs…
Praying someone takes pity…
Hoping that somebody cares…
Trying to make a living…
From the kindness of passers-by…
Yet nobody ever sees her…
Or the tears in her eyes…
What kind of world do we live in…
If they don’t beg, they don’t eat…
We don’t stop to ask their story…
Of how they ended up on the street…
Instead we attempt to avoid them…
And uncomfortably walk past…
Thanking our God it’s not us…
Who are treated like life’s outcast…
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Eye Will Not Cry 
Powerful and moving J
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Thank you- inspiration from the streets of Lisbon – but could be anywhere! Cheers J
It could indeed be anywhere J, it’s a rough world we live in and all we can do is help those we can…
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Your words speak volumes…Yes, the homeless people are everywhere, the poor and sick, the part of humanity that we ignore….someone referred to these people of our lives as the “Shadow people” as a response to something I had written about them—I thought about that term for a long time—I think I do NOT like it…it is another way of removing them from us…they are people. Your poem is thought-provoking and an inspiration for us all to do what we can…to look these people in their eyes and see their need to belong…to be loved…just like we all need and want. Thank you for your words! Blessings!
Thank you Johann – you sum things up perfectly – thanks for taking the time to comment – Cheers J
Powerfully written. I think people forget that we could all be there…more quickly than people realize. As one who has come from an abusive childhood, was a runaway and homeless for a time…then pulled myself up from the mire, I do not cover my eyes and I try to do for others what I can. What so many did not do for me.
Thanks Melanie, your words speak for themselves – am glad you commented, you bring reality to my humble words. Cheers J
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No worries Klove – always good to see you! Cheers J
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