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.
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Author:
Spencer Wilhelm (
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Comments1
Fantastic poem, so glad I chanced upon it
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