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not having a home is not a disease see how the birds make theirs in the trees or how the clouds roam the skies see how all of Gods creatures make do when they have to their worth not depending on what they do or how they look or live it is in what we do and how we give to others that God may judge I believe we do not walk the earth alone and we have eyes to see though we may choose not to see deliberate ignorance will not save us it did not save the man who froze to death on our busy street on Christmas Eve while we sat in heated homes and feasted how he was the son of a Mother once how he deserved better from us in the un-soft blue world. Copyright May 13 2016 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author Meloo Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World This is not a mere whimsy. This man is a real flesh and blood human being. He died on Hawthorne Blvd one Christmas Eve from exposure in Portland Oregon where people are not homeless people but a homeless PROBLEM. I do not share the prevailing opinion of the business elites, the politicos and those more worried about their property values than the issues of homelessness. When I arrived in Portland, shortly before 911 in 2001 a group of folks had started the Ten Year Project to End Homelessness...obviously they were unsuccessful. Many of these people involved where elites concerned about property values, than the human condition. There was lots of arguing and not much progress. This is what happens when you have country club activism. Rents have gone sky high...up as much as 300 percent. We have no cause evictions. People who are of retirement age and have worked all their lives and retired are being evicted. The homeless issue? It is getting worse. LEGAL COPYRIGHT OF THIS WORK AND THIS SITE TITLE BY THIS WRITER Vote for this poem |
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