Bed on street “Poem”

A crippling homeless makes his bed on Nebraska streets in Tampa

I was looking at him form a distance

My friend was talking I was not listening

The homeless spread the sheets at an abandoned home

Under a shelter and on the pavement he make his bed on street

Carefully he moves his wheel chair away from street

He grab his pillow from the bag

He lay down under a blanket on street

Cars pass by and he slept on the foot walk near the street

I was smoking a cigarette and looking at him

There is a church next to him all glorified for what?

God is even unaware of the homeless and drugs?

Who is waiting for Gods justice? I’m not

My humanity kills that God fiercely al

Two guys came to me asking for tusshi

I got up and leave in despair

Bed on street when hotels are empty

When homeless shelters are nearby

When man passes by homeless and say nothing

Questions I come up with and more curiosity

A thrust to study philosophy more deeply and inquire

Why there is a bed on street?

What answer I will find?

My findings will be in my books soon