A tent under the bridge 


Pass a stranger  holding a sign

Unknown and uncared for 

A person has value 


A person is a person 

No matter their circumstances


We  pay to kill civilians in other country but won;t keep our own housed and fed


It’s getting worse

As our wealth gap grows

Will you fall through the cracks? 

Will we have a house in a few months? 


Something can be done

It’s a matter of caring enough to find the solution

Think with your heart 

Don;t think with you fear

There are humans sleeping on our sidewalks 

Living in a tent under your local bridge

Just trying to live and not die

To have food and not starve 

To have water 

To have heat

To be seen as a person, as the same as you and me


It’s not about me and it’s not about you

it’s about us

Will we choose to care about each other or not? 

Choose to see each other, or not? 

To love or not? 


Inequality kills

It takes many hands to to fix our broken system

Anyone can end up without a permanent place to live

Just one paycheck away from kicked out of your house

The wealth gap keeps growing 

It can swallow you whole



Our collective conscience is calling

Take one step today, walk as long as we must

Till we all have a home

Till we’re equally seen


We can’t fix it today

It takes time, 

We have the  compassion and passion, 

With time and action

We will see everyone has a place to call home


It could happen to anyone

To you or to me

Lose you job

Lose your home

And you’re no longer seen


We can see if we want

We can open our eyes

We can help

We can act


A solution is out there

Though we aren;t sure what it is

We look can till we find it


There is no excuse for this in a country so rich

,take the money from our wars 

And put it towards good


Be hands that are caring

Be a heart that beats true

Take a stand for the houseless

Be a human who cares


Fix our long broken system

Give all people a home



















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