Wind Of The Human Spirit... (Part Three)

i slept in your homeless alleys, grieved for the baby in the unwanted dumpster. walked the streets with the pregnant young girl, just turned away from the clinic. watched the family that lives in their car, buying sandwich food with food stamps. saw the old man pull the plug on his sick wife, and walk down the hallways to forgotten. and when each had finished their task, mine had just begun. i broke the window with the angry young man, crawled in and stole what i could. i felt the junkie inser the needle, and the whore being beaten to death. i saw the boy raped by gang members, down on cellblock C.... while the guard turned his head, texting on his cellphone. and when each had finished their task, mine had just begun. i watched them vote for indifference, and drive away in SUV's. and tonight their grandson committed suicide, couldnt take the bullying anymore. i saw gay lovers condemned to hell, by those afraid to feel. and the young Muslim girl afraid to walk home, in the land of the free.... and when each had finished their task, mine had just begun.