Homeless

As I look around my city

Some cigarettes here, some crystal meth there

The stagnant stench of weed all in the air

Beer spilt around, it feels dirty

How do these men survive? 

Surely I would die.

This is the fate they sowed. 

Now they reap what's owed.

Are they not our brethren,

These urine soaked men?

Do we alone not sin?

We must aid our kin.

Mercy extends for all

No matter how small.

So to the streets I'll go,

In the rain or snow.