in the land of the homeless
how can there be more empty houses
than homeless people in the united states
so why build huge expensive prisons?
when there are enough houses
for each homeless person to have his
or her own house with spare rooms?
there is enough food
for everyone but food
is policy wasted trashed
just to inflate proofs prices?
when will the human race
learn compassion when
the rich choke on diamonds?
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