Streets of Home

So walk the streets of the lonely with no bed to lay your brow Push along the cart you call home of the fate you disavow

   

 

Feeling the day as it passes

to memory from the now

Finds my wonder of lifes spaces

 sweeping the sweat from my brow

 

So as the day now spins along

reckless and out of control

No hand upon the tiller's wheel

with no aim in life or goal

 

Cast to a life of drudgery

 full to the rim with despair

Life seems too close to misery

lost souls live everywhere

 

The roadside vendors give respite

to the holes in their worn shoes

As all go running on and on

playing life unto the blues

 

The sound from the touting vendors

carole "Save your soul" and more

Learn to tolerate the preaching

 take your soup as if a chore

 

Not surprised to hear their answer

when they're asked which they prefer

Would you rather have all wisdom

or be an entrepreneur

 

Knowledge is said the enemy

of the working common man

 Slave, toil and suffer to the sound

of a life without a plan

 

Now walk the streets of the lonely

with no bed to lay your brow

Push along the cart you call home

of the fate you disavow

 

For that is all that's left of you

to hang your dignity on

You've lost the hopes of any dreams

your family is all gone

 

Pride now carried upon the wind

everything has a price and fee

Won't someone smile, hold out a hand

to share salvation with me

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Author's Note

Who can say with any certainty that one day this will not be their own fate? "There but for the grace of God go I". These people had hopes dreams children families. Who cares why they have fallen down? It is the duty of humanity to lift them to their feet. In this era of globalization we have taken a step backwards in civility. Gone are the days of pensions and compassion. Crushed under the jackboots of the giant corporations that don't believe in humanity at all. Corporate profit is all that matters to the world now. All are made to be thrown out none are saved or even repaired. Our politicians are as corrupt as ever selling our birthrights to the highest bidder and leaving the old and infirm along the side of the road. Greatest place in the world? The day will come when we are given the choice to end our days through euthanasia. Rather than to live as an outcast to the society that no longer values us. Welcome to the 21st century. Everything we hear is an opinion not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective not a truth. Many have been convicted on an opinion of a perspective.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow can i relate to this...we toil sometimes for the sake of others...and yet for us, everything is taken away that could make us comfortable.

we become pawns in their game of chess..and if we are sacrificed it doesn't matter...we are just debris.

great poem, Tate.

[Tate Morgan]

Thanks jacob oh its so true makes me ill

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i teach at two community colleges...6 courses, more than full time..and semester to semester don't know if i will get enough of a schedule to pay my bills. so yes...glad retirement is in a couple years, but even then will have to still teach...just to make ends meet.

[Tate Morgan]

Agreed i will no doubt die with my boots on too

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

This is a sad but true write, Tate. How many of us are but days away from this plight if something unfortunate or catastrophic struck? A powerful piece.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Sharon It is a plight any of us might face if difficulties overwhelm us at some time

[Blue]

"Knowledge is said the enemy
of the working common man
Slave, toil and suffer to the sound
of a life without a plan"

-My favorite stanza with depth.

You wrote this poem with wisdom inspiring you. I think this is my favorite poem of yours, Tate. Good job!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Arzel It was a painful write

[Michael G. Smith]

Insightful to the plight of some of our brothers and sisters. I surprised to know working with the homeless how many prefer the lifestyle as a sense of freedom. Although of course the majority are homeless due to circumstances beyond their control. You always poke our minds with a sharp stick.

[Tate Morgan]

The isea of the piece was to do just that Thanks .

[N!LoC]

VERY VERY VERY nice poem............. :-)

[Tate Morgan]

thank you NLoc always a joy having you around

[Oyindamola Shoola]

very touching poem, I tried to shut my eyes for a second but it wouldn't, this is more than a poem, it is enough to make other people rethink about what the homeless feel and not see their plight as simple as the word 'homeless' itself looks. thank you for sharing this.. at every point in my life, I always remind myself that there is someone out there that is hungry, that needs to be saved, that needs cloth ..this poem has pushed me to think deeper.... good choice of words and well-penned ....

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you OYINSHOOLA I am Tate Morgan so nice to meet you Well said.

Taters hon, I was here, so so enjoyd your words, of wisdom, poem all you speak..... I shall be short, the world is not what we share in heart. :) I always enjoy your poetry, it's deep, and full of truth.

- Elisa

P.s come to me, if you want to know something :) always there!

[Rita L. Sev]

You give much to think about in this poignantly written piece, Tate. Every human life deserves dignity, and every person has a story, no less a part of the grand scheme of the world than anyone else... Here in Philadelphia, I am always struck by the irony of a person living on the street, or in the square, in the shadow of the Liberty Bell...

[Tate Morgan]

Thanks rita Oh you know we are all having to watch as the world goes to hell

[Listmaker]

OMGoodness, what a statement on the state of humanity. Just saw a documentary last night on the mega wealthy in this country done be a young Johnson of the Johnson and Johnson family. In a nutshell, the message was that the mega rich are interested in protecting and growing their wealth PERIOD. Very little compassion or sense of responsibility for using their wealth for the betterment of mankind thru paying more taxes. My fav verse of your poem: Knowledge is said the enemy
of the working common man
Work, toil and suffer to the sound
of a life without a plan
Thought provoking, well written, socially conscious poem. Blessings on all the lost souls out there.

[Odysseus Wanders]

A very sensitive and touching write. One obviously preceded by a very sensitive 'seeing' and willingness to consider. I live in NYC. I see them everyday. I always look. I always meet eyes with them. I always say hi. I always think... why, how, when... And I'm am not so far away, or above living in the human cloud, that i cannot relate and wonder... what if me? People are so mean, thoughtless, and cruel... homeless is more than a word. Its an internal bearing that only the strongest hearts and minds can fathom. Im glad you look.
Thank you for this.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Terry I am Tate nice to meet you. I travel around alot and see them everywhere. but of late never saw the like of Detroit.

[Odysseus Wanders]

Hi Tate. Well met. Yes, detroit, much worse. I grew up in Michigan... but the economics there, of late, staggering!

[Tate Morgan]

Yes they are I can hardly believe the devastation in Detroit