Fields Poem by Luke Bushen

I'm the person that works at
the drugstore down the street.
I'm the single mother struggling
just to make ends meet.

I'm the loser at your school;
The prep, the goth, the punk.
I'm the hopeless drug addict;
The smoker and the drunk.

We are the forsaken people,
We're the scum of the earth.
We are the worthless failures,
Our lives are not of worth.

We're the starved and homeless,
Without a roof above.
We're the ones that need you
to show us God's true love