Homeless
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Homeless
Look at the Homeless,
How disgusting a sight.
They clutter the day
and spoil the night

Bodies are covered with dirt through and through,
They do not clean as well as you and I do.

Their ceaseless begging rings with disgust
As they pitifully lie in the filth and the dust.

They eat what they get from others so clean,
who close to them, wish not to be seen.

They sleep on cement or sleep in the gutter.
They add to the trash and add to the clutter.

They ask for a handout or call it a loan.
They have not a thing to hold as their own.

These are so useless; they shouldn't exist.
The lazy and homeless that you should resist.

Before you pass judgment, stop and reflect.
Our Lord, too, was homeless and felt the neglect.
Our Lord too was hated,
In Scripture, it is so stated.

He said, “Be Kind to the lowly,
the Homeless and others.
These are my sisters,
and these are my brothers.”

Ben V. Rodriguez

I see God in every human being. When I wash the leper's wounds, I feel I am nursing the Lord himself. Is it not a beautiful experience?
~Mother Teresa~
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