The homeless have become entertaining, and how sad is that

Making fun of those we ignore, is nothing but a step back

For a society trying to better itself

But money is always to be used on and for yourself

So instead of helping them, we turn our cameras on and record them

Pay them to embarrass themselves so we can laugh at them

Take away that last piece of dignity

So that they now can once again be of service to the community

We have forgotten how to care about those we don’t know

Mind your own business, strangers should be just that is now the motto

Maybe it’s the fear that if you know their story you might care

If you knew where they came from you might recognize yourself in there

And caring is the last thing any of us want to do

We are a society lost in media, searching for a clue

That might lead us back to our humanity

And help those less fortunate than everybody

The homeless are still people, even if we don’t want to admit it

Their lives are still valuable even if we try to forget it

We try to tell ourselves that they had their chance in society

And having reached the bottom they don’t deserve to be happy

We avoid eye contact, we act as if they are invisible, nothing more than an obstacle

We step over, if ever it got in our way

We throw them nickels and dimes to feel superior as we pass them on the street

Or we raise our hands to stop them before we even get a chance to speak

We think that all they want is money and will tell lies to get it

Never even thinking about what they truly want with it

It’s so easy to judge those for ask for help

But think about when you need help

Place yourself in their position and see how well you do

When your home was taken from you

When the only clothes you own are those on your back

When that last ray of hope turns black

How well will you do, with no money in your pocket

So there is no food for you to eat

Friends and family no longer want any contact so you sleep on the street

Feeling the simple joy of warmth from a thin blanket in bitter cold

When icy winds blow and you hope your carton box hold

When the hunger gets to the point where it hurts you

And you, who have never needed a hand out what would you do

Set aside your pride and stick your hand out

Ask for change because actual money would be too much

Or would you hunt for left overs and dig in garbage cans

Or would you think yourself too much of a man

Would you be strong enough to starve to death, and maintain you’re so called dignity

Or would you be logical about and ask for help, and hope that it finds you easily

It’s easy to judge people, but it’s so much harder to help someone

And if you were in their shoes, wouldn’t you like a helping hand

I know I would