Homeless Poem by Tigest Samuel (TG)

You, the superior
The upper class fool
I the forsaken one
Tiny desolate soul
I may lie on the ground
You may float on the cloud
But if you call me homeless
And dismiss my presence
Answer now to Sheol
Death comes for both of us
Answer now to Hades
Death comes for both of us

You see,

Though I have lost the battle
But I have fought the fight
Victory is not for all
I accepted defeat
Though I am a victim of
Unforeseen occurrence
Simple is my bliss
That is the paradox

You,
The upper class
The expensive suit,
Diamond and Rolex
And yet...so restless
Why deny my being
Dismiss my existence?
Can you laugh at Sheol?
And giggle at Hades?

You the superior
Egocentric fool
You fear for your money
You dread for your soul

But I,
The lowest of the low
The so called “homeless”
A master at my worst
I can laugh at my death
I can mock Gahanna
I giggle at Hades

The lowest of the low
The so called “homeless”
A master at my worst
I can dance with Sheol
I can mock Gahanna
I giggle at Hades.