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

[sushi]

The mightiest of all do fall. Not a gun or bomb distract them, its a scratch on their soft sensitive heart that leaves them with no air, no breath.

There is this someone in everybody's life, who help them build their world, a world different and happy from the rest. Where they dwell with no fear and could be their own self.

Could survive world war 3 but not this destruction of their world were they had lived a dream come true.

Its easier to make the steel bleed, leave it with no identity of its own. A scratch so small can kill a real you, a truth hard to face and live.

How so true...

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you im not exactly sure what all that meant

[Frieda P]

Very compassionate read Tate, the silences are killing us no doubt. Our perspection is skew'd more often than not when it comes to the plight of others, we never know what goes on truly in someone else's life, Unfortunately this happens to so many, profound words here.

[Tate Morgan]

Thanks frieda very well put

[Frieda P]

My pleasure Tate....sometimes you're a smart cookie ;-)

[Angel]

You have told a truth that most people do not want to hear. Yet it is a very real truth...

[Tate Morgan]

I agree they dont want to know the truth it insults their senses

[Angel]

It is a hard truth. I think Mark has the answer...if we could only figure out how to get people to listen...

[BlackRose]

The ponders of life. What the future may hold in it's uncertain hands. We all ask the questions of what if, will it happen and so forth. But alais we continue to live the best we can.

[Tate Morgan]

Rose The future rides a track from here to there. It is easy to see the place it will end upo if we know the conditions of the journey it will continue to devalue life till the rich and poor are at each others throats

[BlackRose]

Yes, true. That may very well happen if things don't of course go in that direction and change.

[wordman]

good will triumph over evil only when god comes back and it will be a slow go then
I really enjoyed this write tate it shows many things in this world that some of us don`t see

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you friend it is a choice we make And time we started facing it

[wordman]

don`t remind me,and I forgot to mention that's my fav Ronnie milsap song

[Dr. Wood ?]

I do have faith in humanity and i truly believe that good will triumph over evil. GREED is the enemy

[Tate Morgan]

Greed is the thing we pray to in the modern world it is the reason we are so unhappy as a race i think . thanks doc

[Dr. Wood ?]

can't argue with that Tate

[Lydia Shutter]

You are a compassionate man, Tate. It is true. No one knows what tomorrow brings. "Ask not for whome the bell tolls, it tolls for thee" comes to mind. How can we ignore what is all around us and still sleep at night? Great political and societal commentary in this one. Very well expressed. Lydi**

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Lydia It is our silence that gets me in every way A nation of sheep we have become.

[Scott Metro]

Throw away people....throw away society..
There is no way to save the downward spiral into dis-humanity ...
When it finally crashes..it will be up to the strong to rebuild and reconfigure.
Fine write Tate..
Scott

[Tate Morgan]

I agree It is a dumbing down of the work force to worker bee status and usury.thank you

[Scott Metro]

:)
Scott......

[WILDERNESS]

Speechless, spellbound ...................... the poem is simply too much............. humanity is dying and we are not even crying. great poem.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you I hated writing this piece it is full to rim with despair. It is no wonder I love living in a little town. I can hardly stand to go to the big cities anymore. The misery is everywhere.Thank you.

[SheWolfNLust]

This is truly a most heartfelt poem, he were I live there are so many living out of just a shopping cart, its hard seeing them this way and it truly makes me wonder about what has happened to society, to even get a shelter, they have to pay to stay in it, a person that is down and out don't have much, much let a income coming in, its sad that there dreams didn't work out and living this way their fates, I very much enjoyed your poem and was so moved by every word xoxo

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you I hope it didnt hurt you any. It hurt me to write it and I doubt ill get over it very soon

[SheWolfNLust]

The only thing that hurts is this is what society has become, as you get older you are at greater rish of becoming one of society's cast aways, and if nothing is done sadly its gonna get worse, my compassion and love for one another is needed, this I look at as my fate in the future and its scary to me, I often wonder what the world is coming too, I miss those days years ago, where one was more eager to help another,