TRAMPING
THE STREETS #3
So
here we are little guy
Both
abandoned and alone
Guess
we can make it, what do you reckon?
There
seems to be quite a few of us now
Homeless,
feeling hopeless
But
I reckon we are a band of
Brothers
and sisters
Caring
for each other
Looking out for each other too
Yes little fella you to
How can anybody do that to you?
Thrown out like a piece of garbage
You’re only a little tiny scrap
Yes you can look
Can you read me like a book?
You’re purring, that’s a good sign
It’s a cruel world out there too
Today it’s just me and you
Everyone jostling, fighting
The streets, the metros, the undergrounds too
We used to feel safe there but not any more
Do the others feel safe?
Not sure as we do not ask
The jeer at us
The spit at us
They look down on us
When we are just like them
Human beings that’s it pure and simple
They’ll look at us with our animals
And think
But never say
“How cruel to keep any animal”
But we treasure our pets, we are never cruel
Are yours treasured and are yours treated well?
Please never judge us, as we never judge you!
Do you see the love in our eyes?
These eyes that at times we disguise
We’ve walked through these streets in history
History, history
Yet there has never been anyone to tell it
Ignored most of the time
Beggars and thieves
Is what they have called us!
And they still do not understanding
Our very own history
There has been an animal with us for centuries
But yet we have fed and kept them warm
Yes money well spent on them!
Not just the drugs and booze
Like some of them, not helping themselves
Most of us are trying, trying very hard
To find a home once again, with our pets
To be with our families once again
And here is a history
They do not want to know us!
Disowned us
Heart breaking, heart wrenching
But this is the way of the world
Or so I am told
So now that I have said my piece
I’ll let you say yours
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
17th September 2017
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