Homeless
See their faces through a
jaundiced eye
Superior feeling that it
is not “I”
Sadly the exterior engulfs
the whole
Not known is the story
beneath, in that soul
What happened that drove a
once smiling kid to be without home?
Did Mama not used to kiss
a shining cheek, now cracked with grime?
When the world caves in,
there is nothing that can be seen
When the world has
murdered love in that mind, all is obscene
So crashes life and
surrender is not a choice
Perhaps the weakness that
thrives within is drinking to still the voice
Perhaps the withered soul
was that man once whole called a US Marine
The destruction he saw and
toll taken from him is that chronic scream
To judge souls who cry and
hurt and push the button; self-destruct?
To know pain is to realize
that any price for peace is agreed
So saints are needed and
citizens for good cause
Surely the charm for us
all is Thaddaeus
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