LISTEN AMERICA

By Donald Whitehead

 

Sit down America, lend me your ear

I have a little story that I want you to hear

A story of desperation, starvation and pain

A story of deceit, of values gone insane

The story was once about old men who roamed the nation’s rails.

Now it’s about young women and little girls with pigtails

The steamy plot grows thicker with every passing day

Many become characters, without a thing to say

These new characters live under bridges in cars that never run

In houses made of cardboard,,baking in the sun

Our elected officials are the writers, adding new chapters with every passing day

Carving into big spenders, saying what they’re told to say

It could be a mystery called “Where has the Housing Gone”

But we must call it a tragedy called “The Lie Continues On”

The villains are as plain as day.

They’re the people we elect to pave the way

The ones whose conscience has been bought and tucked away.

This story about people that have no place to call home as they begin growing old

Is written by men who wear trousers that. Have pockets lined in gold!!

 

 

Copyright Homeless Grapevine, Issue #16, Cleveland, OH