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You see them sitting there Cold on the corner You can't help but stare But what will they care? They've lost their dignity They've lost their pride too So why would they care If they got another beady eyed glare? But that's not all you crinkle your nose too "Garbage" You think You do have a dollar to spare Some food And even a blanket too But why would you do that? All they are is G A R B A G E Dirty old hobos Don't wave at them either And smile? Don't you dare! They don't deserve it I mean aren't you so much better then them? Yes they might be Kind Thoughtful Forgiving And nonjudgmental But you are the one driving the car You have the house And the food to eat So yes of course you are Better then they are! NO NO NO! Knock it off right now They are a living breathing Human being Just as you Just as me So stop judging And being so rude Give them a prayer We can change they whole world So why not start right now?
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MVP-Most Valuable Poet
poem is moving it sends a msg that this is part of reality people need to show more decency about it, but be aware of their surroundings great job

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