Where went the dirty homeless?
We've been here.

Were they hiding in darkness
Eight years behind cardboard walls
We've had fear

Quiet to compassion's calls
Or have there not been calling,
We've can't hear

Just rhetoric and stalling,
Feeling pain but nothing more,
We need aid

Compassionate words do pour,
Little aid.



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