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