It's easier to help those we don't know..
Why is it ..that..we, so readily, cry out.. in great protest
About the homeless, the displaced and the pitiful rejects
While we won't ever blink an eye at the closer by
Our own family members that we continue to deny?
We claim we're not a follower or some blind sheep
That..we have our own minds and own souls to keep
But let someone us tell us that we should stay away
We will do so blindly and without delay
So, who is the real beggar, lingering, there.on our road:
The homeless... the wino ....the addict growing old...?
Or is it a sister a brother or a friend we've let go
Because someone with wrong intentions has told us to do so?
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