1,2,3,4. Poem by Vanessa Hibberd
1,2,3,4.
1,2,3,4
Needy men sprawled on the floor.
Many pass with merciless stares
While they wait patiently for somebody to care.
No job, no house, no bed to sleep
We leave these men without basic needs.
Assuming that they spend it on booze and drugs
We flick them away like pesky bugs.
No job, no house, no bed to sleep
And all they want is some money to eat.
No job, no house, no bed to sleep
Is this how we treat God’s sheep?
No job, no house, no bed to sleep
Won’t somebody care to see?
That 1,2,3,4
Needy men, need support.
That is completely understandable, people have to make the effort to work, and get the money themselves, but sometimes they are people who have tried to make some money, but their attempts have been cut short. That is were society needs to step in and give support. :)
yes... I agree with you on that... they need support.. but they also need to be willing to work, and get that money themselves... just my opinion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 7:28:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the poetic body interestingly described...