Saturday, January 28, 2012

The Homeless live in Boxes and the Rich live in Castles..

I wrote this poem below back in February 2007. I found it in my blog archives and decided to post it again now. I felt the theme to this poem fit well with all that's going on in the world now. I dedicate this simple structured poem (with typo mistakes and all) to many. To the People suffering in Haiti, to the many people living in total poverty and to the homeless and hungry all over the world. I also dedicate this poem to the homeless people suffering here in this country, the "good ole US of A"...and to those living in poverty in this country (which includes myself) with little (if any) medical care or insurance and trying to make it for years all on their own. We are strong in Spirit even if not in body. We all will survive!

I also dedicate this poem to Rush Limbaugh....bless his heartless soul! I wish to thank him...and many others like him. For they have become my reinforcement to continue to push on and persevere and to not let people like them destroy this country with their selfish, heartless, sick "denial" and twisted paranoia "Rich" mentality. They live in a Bubble that will one day soon just go "pop"!!! I will pray for their heartless souls....they must have been hurt deeply, somewhere way back in their past......and from their "past" darkness, this has been and "is" still their outlet...either that or all the money they make "convincing" and "using" people who refuse to think for themselves or look up "Facts". Controlling type people like this are really wimpy and sad souls...don't you think?

Angel Blessings to us all. Let them wrap their loving wings around this world in hopes for a better tomorrow.

Love, Rhi

August 8th, 2008

I never realized that in my own life in the last year this would also happen to me, no matter how hard I tried to prevent it from happening..there are many out there with stories and believe me there are many homeless woman out there and they did their best to try to prevent if from happening's been a long road for them and it is for me...but finally I'm making some headway. We need to understand the consequences and reasons of poverty and "why" it happens so often in this country. I hope my poem below will help some to understand. I wrote this before becoming homeless nor knowing that I would be! Ironic isn't it?

Povertys last affect
Traumatic rejects....

People homeless
and living in the street
the rich wanting everything
all tidy and neat
deny the homeless
a safe place to stay
deny a human dignity
and send them on their way

Know that everyone has a story
of how this came to be
traumatic rejects
living in poverty...

Deny their cries
Deny their pain
Deny their freezing cold
or sleeping in the rain
Deny them
Babbling lies
Deny them
in our superior
protective disguise
Deny them
when looking
into their haunting eyes....

you look the other way
from traumatic rejects
of society's evil plays
of society's evil ways..

Love thy neighbor it says
but I only see ignorance
and hatred instead
Bigoted, fear
and selfish ways
keep our society
the way it is
and will stay
as long as denial
rules the game
everything will always
stay the same
for you see
denial makes that uncomfortable feeling go away
the thought and feeling that
"Hey that could be me one day"...

Fear rules society
and fear gets its way
and people in castles
will continue to play

Some people put others
into neat little boxes
But the Homeless
are forced to live in them.....
So turn your porch lights off
and go to bed
and pretend
you'll never know
think of something else
for many Homeless
will be cold tonite
and you know full well
that some
will not be waking up
in the morning light...

*When you next see, walk by or come upon a homeless person in your own hometown
please stop and have the inner "spirit courage" to help them out with a blanket, an old warm coat you don't wear anymore, or even a can of food, or candy, maybe even a book or some spare change. Yes there is a chance some might spend it on booze or cigarettes, but I've talked with many homeless people in my town here and I've heard many many stories of how they got to the point where they are now...and believe me its usually not what your thinking.
Remember that we all do not come from families that care or will be there for us in desperate time of need, realize that there are many famiiles out there that are so dysfunctional and so terrifying that there are many that must leave in order to protect themselves because the law did not.. So if your greatful for being in a good loving family that is there for you and you for them, take the time to share some of the "love" around and give it to someone for just one minute, and believe me they will never forget your gesture....and just think if every person that is greatful for having a good loving family made this gesture just once how much we all would be making a difference in so many lives, even if just for a minute or a day or a week...."Spread the love around to ones who don't have it"....

Thank you for taking the time to read this...

With many Blessings,


Written my Rhiannon (Barbara R.) Feb. 15th, 2007

1 comment:

goatman said...

I am always surprised when realizing that the "safety net" can be so sparse in a country as rich as ours.
I see them when going to a nearby town to shop and wonder about their stories. Usually though they are standing at freeway exits for donations. Too quick a meeting to actually get to know them.