Watching as homeless people walk by McDonald's, all their
possessions held in shopping carts and plastic bags, looks
of desperation on their faces.
Walking with determination, not letting their situations
get them down, putting up with people staring, saying mean
things to them, telling them to get a job.
Yet, they know nothing about those they are talking about,
not knowing their situations or circumstances in life, just
belittling and abusing them.
Wondering what God is thinking as homeless people carry on
somehow without the help, caring or compassion of others
not bothering with or helping them at all.
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