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CROUTONS Hearths and Homes by Joe Harcz Desolate spirits roam lost in the wilderness. Limping lonely languishing Nomes Just trembling figures struggling to caress The promise of hearths and homes. Holding on to survival Like starving dogs to bones. Hoping for renewal and revival Before the reaper hones His sickle and strikes lifes force In cynical comical abandon, Without lament or a trace of remorse. Still struggling to carry on Each shooting craps with destiny. Holding on to shopping carts guarding park benches relentlessly, Each braving disease, darkness and broken hearts Lost somehow to Americas dream In the midst of so much affluence. Viewed like parasites in the cream or savage human pestilence. They are the faceless and the nameless Fruits of broken promises Called the nations homeless. And whether victimizer or victimized there they are nonetheless. Most taken to the streets before they realized The insidious relentlessness And capriciousness of fate That separates us into haves and have nots Even in a nation so great. You can submit work to this publication 2 ways: 1. Mail to: UNDER THE BRIDGE P.O. Box 3431 Manchester, NH 03105 (If you have no money or access ask your local CAP or other agency to assist you. Make a copy for yourself.) 2. Email: [email protected] |
If I Were You PITY! I dont want your damn pity! Life is hard enough in this cold dark city. Sure, I may be homeless and you might not like the way I look, but that doesnt make me a crack head or crook. What I really want is for you to accept - that Im a fellow human being who deserves some respect. Im here for reasons you may never understand, but please dont think me subhuman as I walk this barren land. You who sit in your nice warm house and drive around in fancy cars, should know about the cold, hard truth that made us who we are. Women who are beaten and couldnt take it anymore, men having a hard time cause they fought a war. Some who have fallen right between the cracks, who could use a little help but the services they lack. Take a good look in the mirror the next time that you do, think about what it would be like If I were to become you! (C) 3/00 |