DEATH COMES EARLY TO THE POOR AND THE NEEDY

Death comes early to the poor and needy
No home to lay their heads in a nice warm
bed like all the rest
A homeless man or woman with children or not
Young and old another child of God
Will soon be called home
Poverty is all over this old darken world
With people looking down on the need all nice
and net with lots to eat
Walking by the homeless with hate in their eye's
Looking down on them why they are passing by
God see the hast in each one of their eyes
God watches over is broken heart'ed
Lost in poverty with no food in their belly's
Children's crying all over the place
Hoping this pain will soon have an end
Why the rich walks about teasing the poor
with food
Nice clothing
and cares and homes
Styles the poor could only wish for
The parks is all the poor has
But the rich wants that to
They have the cops to remove them because
They don't like looking at them
Oh shameful eyes
God sees you
Walking around talking the poor down
Beating on them night and day
To make them give up more on their faith
On their self worth
Calling the poor so many bad names
You'll turn your back
Then walk away
Because you find them odd and sad
Lonely and confused
Hoping someone will help them get out of
The hurt they are in ,
Oh rich men who are you to look down on them
One day it may be You !
No fireplace to keep yourself warm
No dry bed to rest your head
No food to eat
Cold
with no home
No family to call their own
No one to run to
In the cold is where the homeless sleep
That's where they call home
One day you may face the same
Exposed to natures elements
On a frozen bench they lay
While the rich sleep in your warm house
Fed, secure, and dry
But did they ever think of the lonely cold
souls with no one to hold
No love
No warmth
No true friends to trust
That could have be you instead
You are but one bad break away
Then everyone can treat you
Exactly the same way
Buy them a warm and hardy meal
And stop being critical
Say kindness to them
Your words can put a smile on ones face
Give them shoes with out holes
Give them a gift of something warm
Don't look down on them
Be a friend
You can be the miracle of a true helping hand
A true friend
God see all