Pieces of Poetry – 24

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Shelter First Housing Second

What does that C stand for? It stands for,
Whatever you want it to stand for.
But, it started with a Contributor.
With a Creative idea to Comfort others.
With a plan to stand up for & fight for a Cause,
And the Cash on hand to Cover the Cost.
Some Called it Crazy. Some Called it Courageous.
But, you never will know if you never do try…

So… Can a Camping Community,
Become a Compromise?
And who is it? Who has the power?
To choose to decide?
Whether or not it’s worth all the effort?
Whether or not it’s worth the price?
“Shelter First & Housing Second”
Sure sounds like Good Advice…
So much for another,
Unwanted & Wasted,
Worthless “Word to The Wise”
So where do we go from here?
We find a way to create a place,
For people to become Pioneers.

“If you can find a way,
To make someone’s day better,
Just because you crossed their path,
You did the Right Thing, and…
If the Whole World does The Wrong Thing,
And you do the Right Thing,
That’s the only thing that matters.”

Let’s go clean up that mess in the Homeless Camp.
Knowing it’s only going to happen again.
Unless we can finally find a way,
To finally get Rid of Them.
Kick them all out and put up a fence,
Till next we meet again…
Sooner or later, just ask yourself?
When will this foolishness end?
They pick the day to say it’s OK,
To implement their plan,
To stand up against,
And attack more defenseless,
Poor Homeless Americans.
Just fighting a good fight to try to survive,
And doing the best that they can, but…
Camping’s no longer permitted here &,
No longer allowed on Our Land.
So, take what you Can Carry and leave the rest.
We’ll take Care of whatever you Can’t.
And they’re right back where they started from,
Right back where they began.
I Can’t see myself doing this – To my fellow man.
So, why does Music City Choose?
To keep doing this to them?


Pick It Up

When you walk through the door,
Dirty clothes on the floor,
And dishes piled up in the sink.
The garbage can’s there,
But there’s trash everywhere,
And some of it’s starting to stink.
That’s kind of what it’s like,
When I’m riding my bike,
Seeing litter on city streets.
It may not be a problem for someone else,
But it bothers the hell out of me.

So, if we all pick up a little bit of the stuff,
Someone else left behind.
They didn’t care, when they left it there,
For somebody else to find.
If we pull together,
We can make it look better.
It’s all just a matter of time.
If we all pick up a little bit of the stuff,
Someone else left behind.

Now, I’m not your momma.
I’m not your maid.
You shouldn’t have to be reminded to,
Throw it away.
I’m sorry some people,
Don’t understand.
This world we call Our Home,
Is not their garbage can.

So, if we all pick up a little bit of the stuff,
Someone else left behind.
They didn’t care, when they left it there,
For somebody else to find.
If we pull together,
We can make it look better.
It’s all just a matter of time.
If we all pick up a little bit of the stuff,
Someone else left behind.

If you want it done right,
You’ve got to do it yourself.
Stop pointing your finger at someone else.
That “Not My Problem” mentality,
Hurts everybody else eventually…

So… If we all pick up a little bit of the stuff,
Someone else left behind.
They didn’t care, when they left it there,
For somebody else to find.
If we pull together,
We can make it look better.
It’s all just a matter of time.
If we all pick up a little bit of the stuff,
Someone else left behind.

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