HOMELESS
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                                  Born along time ago
                                  In a hole outside the inn
                                  Strung up on the cross
                                  You know, we didn't give a damn
                                  Now he lives out in the city
                                  On the lower east side
                                  Sleeps in the park an' alley
                                  Any place, he can hide

                                  He's cold, his stomach's empty
                                  And his teeth are rottin' out
                                  His face is full'a sorrow
                                  Ya know, his heart is full'a doubt
                                  His clothes are old and torn
                                  And his eyes are dull with pain
                                  But he's not half as dirty
                                  As your hearts of blind insane

                                  Sunday mornin' you carry bibles
                                  Fill your pews with well-fed souls
                                  Dress your windows up in stain-glass
                                  An' drop bread in your silver bowls
                                  You sing "peace on earth"
                                  But you support men of war
                                  Vote for those who help the rich
                                  And screw the sick and poor

                                  Oh beautiful for spacious skies
                                  For amber waves of grain
                                  Your poor and wretched millions
                                  Have become an open shame
                                  Beneath your gilded steeple
                                  Where they beg for crusts of bread
                                  Cry old women and helpless children
                                  With no place to lay their head

                                  Listen up America
                                  Better listen up real good
                                  Try an' understand the reason why
                                  The nails went in the wood
                                  Reach out a hand to help the poor
                                  Reach out a hand to help the sick
                                  Some father's lookin' on an' they say
                                  He carries a mighty stick

                                  Pretend to care about the unborn
                                  Hold up your self-righteous fist
                                  But guess who's comin' soon an'
                                  Great God !  Man, is he pissed !

                                  Born along time ago
                                  In a hole outside the inn
                                  Strung up on the cross
                                  Ya know, we didn't give a damn
                                  Now he lives out in the city
                                  On the lower east side
                                  Sleeps in the park and alley
                                  Any place, he can hide

                                  Ya know, Sodom learned the hard way
                                  Ain't no place we can hide
                                  Listen up America. . .
                                  Better listen up America. . .
                                  Umm ummmm, better listen up America. . . * ** ***


U.S. Homeless Information

U.S. Native Poverty Information

U.S. Homeless Veterans Information

National Coalition For The Homeless

National Law Center On Homelessness and Poverty


What manner of nation would use half of the world's resources, harbor much of the world's wealth, contain a large percentageof the world's educated elite, continue to build some of the world's most expensive (and entirely worthless) religious edifices, provide unwarranted tax breaks for the extremely wealthy top 1% of the population and an entertainment industry which routinely spends over one hundred million dollars to create meaningless motion picture drivel, claim to have the preferred form of government for the entire planet and to stand for truth and justice. . . and yet look the other way as impoverished homeless war veterans, senior citizen's and children are forced to sleep in cardboard boxes, in back alleyways, under bridges, in city parks and on city sidewalks?  Will the country which Samuel Clemens referred to as the "land of bibles" go down in history as the one nation beyond all others, that devolved into an utter profane insult to the Creator of the universe?

*FootNote:  Inspired by "Tramp On The Street" by Grady & Hazel Cole and "Greenwood" by Peter Yarrow, as performed by King David's beloved friends, Peter Yarrow, Noel Paul Stookey & Mary Travers.

**FootNote II:  "Look, this was the iniquity of your sister Sodom:  She and her daughter had pride, fullness of food and abundance of idleness; neither did she strengthen the hand of the poor and needy." Ezekiel 16:49.  See also Fleeing Sodom for more details.

***FootNote II:  Many modern intellectuals and liberal activists do not believe that the Creator will come down hard on a nation that does not make a concerted effort to help the sick and poor.  People who vainly imagine that there is no Creator in control who does to nations as they do unto their own are even more insane than the current Bush Junior administration and the Christian Coalition combined (good luck).


           


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