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HOMELESS LAW


What a damnable shame!
None of us are homeless, (H)eartH is Home,
but there are many without shelter, so many alone,
without warmth, or clothes, or shoes,
food, safety, and water! So shame on you!

Don't punish those without shelter,
help them! Help them with what they need,
tomorrow it could be you alone on the street!
It could be you and your kith and kin
who are inexplicably without shelter in Heaven.

Shame on our laws that punish beyond measure
Shame on laws built on suffering instead of pleasure!
Shame on those that make them,
they know not what they do,
for it could be them, it could be me or you!

Fix this shameful prejudice now,
before the dance lays you down.


Peace, Mark Richard Prime, with Love's agreement

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime


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