One day I saw a man asleep
in a doorway on the street
thru walls of sheltered
inhibition I perceived his
condition dying of hunger
and exposure, food and shelter
two blocks over within
this place we breed and
dwell in we've created living hell
sleep long sleep well
only to awake in hell
city sleeps and pigeons flutter
vagrant dies in the gutter
pride

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