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by Sacramento POOR Poets
To The Policeman
Who Went To Church On Sunday.
I was hungry
and you took away my ID
I couldn’t go to a food locker
I was cold
and you took away my warm clothes and
blankets
I was weary
and you wouldn’t let me rest
I was broken hearted
and instead of giving me comfort you
Showed your contempt
I was lonely
and you wouldn’t give me a kind word
I was frightened
and you terrorized and threatened me
I had had love and compassion
And you showed me hate
I showed you respect
And you treated me as WORTHLESS
I was homeless and you didn’t care
Is this really the way you
want to live your life?
Sunshine/AKA Billeen Pruett
P.S. Not all officers are like this--but for the
Ones who are ____ ____ ____ ____ ____
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Shelter
By Leonore Mathews
Who would know or care
That I needed shelter
as the wind and rain
played games
on the roof of my old
"Chevy"
Winter brought rain drops
from a leaky roof
dripping slowly on the front
seat
Nesting in a sleeping bag
usually warm and comfy
Who would know or care
that me of all creatures
needed shelter.
Early Dawn
by Leonore Mathews
Bring back the dawn soon
but not too late
so dancing black shadows
will fade
as glossy sunbeams kiss
our faces
and we can once more
join the human race
forgetting we are homeless.
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