They had their television cameras set up on a busy Toronto street corner,
where the temperature was approximately 25 below zero Fahrenheit.

The camera man then picked up a real life scene of a woman
who was sitting alone on the city sidewalk, with only a blanket
to keep her warm, holding a cup in her hand,
presumably begging for money.

As I said, this was a busy street of Canada's largest city, with a
population of 2-1/2 million people.

The sad part of that scene, was watching all the people walk out
of their way to avoid this lady, without offering any warmth
of love or compassion.

I could feel a lump forming in my throat, and wishing that I had been
on that same corner, so I could have shown her
an act of love and compassion.

For all the people who passed this lady by today,
I say to you that your hearts are much...much colder than
the 25 below zero temperatures in Toronto today
.

The only conclusion I can come to, is that you are following in
our Governments footsteps and doing nothing to
help our homeless.

It is now 8:45 P:M....and does anybody care
if this woman is still alive?



Cries Of The Homeless

Our pleas have gone unnoticed, our voices are unknown,
We roam the alley's and your streets, while searching for a home.
Our mouths do seldom know the taste, of food that's off a plate,
We depend on scraps from others, after they ate.

While monies spent to fight our wars, and build military might,
We the homeless struggle on, with rags to warm the night.
Our brothers and our sisters, pass us by and only stare,
No kindness offered from their hearts, the compassion is not there.

Saddened and discouraged, from disgusted looks we receive,
To see the children laugh and point, at what they do perceive.
They are made believe that we are dirt, and have brought about our woes,
How very wrong for you to think, how little that you know.

We are part of society too, but we pay the ultimate price,
Of having lonely roads to walk, while governments roll their dice
. Politicians will not face us, nor look us in the eye,
They seem to think we don't exist, and soon we all will die.

To know the country is turning it's back, and ignoring human rights,
While we the homeless try to survive, so weak we cannot fight.
Priorities appear to get mixed up, when juggled by a few,
Politicians who long for nothing, they're so shiny and brand new!

The art museum must be given a grant, to continue its marvellous work,
The elite would not know what to do, to satisfy their quirk!
Let's not forget the pilot study, should we build a road through there?
Spend that money foolishly, governments simply don't care.

And don't forget to toss more money, to renovate some old house,
The importance of who lived there once, and the interest it would arouse.
These are a few of our misspent dollars, being laid and put to rest,
Sadly enough these politicians, all think it's for the best.

The words that I am trying to say, are meant to open some eyes,
When governments say they're doing their best, that's nothing but a lie!
So take a look around you, at where these grants should go,
Take the homeless off the streets, let's warm their hearts and soul.

~ valentyne ~ ©

Whispering Hope
Jim Reeves

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