Casualties of the Times…#373

Casualties of the Times –

The homeless cannot sleep

on winter’s cold nights. They

gather around a burning

barrel, men, women, and

children, forgotten, shattered,

and despised, in the

distance, a baby cries.

Begging for food, being

homeless, no jobs to be

found, families no longer

sound, government talks

end up in contradictions,

poverty is the prediction. 


The spirit freezes, the

fruit of labors rot, life

squeezes and struggles

persist, bad luck smothers

heart and soul, and

hope ceases. 

Shifting winds turn into

storms. Will the world

grow wiser, or will it

be humbled and beaten

into servility? 

Trust departed, a

cardboard box in the

streets is where the

homeless make their

beds, hope disappears,

and the future appears




5 thoughts on “Casualties of the Times…#373

    1. Yes, and most turn their heads away. We have become in the US a society of unfeeling people. They do not realize that helping just one person will make a difference. One-Plus-One=Two, caring will grow. Thank you so very much for your comment which I always love to see. EAJM

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      1. Thank you for your posts… 😉
        The world has become such a society I fear… I see it in Latin America, In Europe… There are many homeless in Paris too. Many so psychotic, it is difficult to help them. Then you have the number of places in shelters. Always way too short…
        And one of the consequences of “unfeeling” is a permanent member of the Security council, calmly slughtering hundreds/thousands of civilians while the rest of the world watches in awe…
        Take good care of yourself Elizabeth Ann. 🙏🏻🤗

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