street roots
10
May 11, 2012
Come The Rain
Normal Like You
By Denney Walker
By Bonnie Smith
Rain seeks the embrace of mother earth
journeys the path of least resistance
Why is there always a frown
When there should be a smile?
Flows untiringly to the sea by many tributaries
destiny unfolding moment by moment
foretold by the ages
Why is the rain always coming down
When you wish for one ray of sunlight?
Why are the days always so long
When the night is gone in a blink of an eye?
Never resting, never questioning
obeys only its own instincts
Why does it seem that everyone has a place that they belong
When I struggle so hard just to be noticed?
Pounding rocks to dust, carving gashes
on the face of its matriarch
Why is it, that people who have much and all they need
When they look at me, they wish me to suffer and bleed?
Pulling, pushing, carrying, unteathered,
and eroded victims to another abode
to await the coming of another rain
Why is the world always so cold and dreary
When I awake, my eyes are red and bleary?
Why am I doomed to be looked down upon
When all I want is to be normal like you?
Why are all these unanswered questions just floating around
When they could just leave me alone?
Why does my life have to be in complete disarray
When all I want is a happiness that cannot be found?
The Merchant of Death
by Dan Shea
Why am I blessed with talents that no one can see
When all I am asking, is some acceptance?
Bullets, bombs, and grenades made in the USA
are the products we are best known for
Why is it, that I’m stuck in this cycle
When all I want is just to be free?
The tears of fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters
are the by-products of these sales
Why do you look at me, repulsed and disgusted
When I didn’t ask for this, this destiny chose me?
Pain and death the benefit of the buyer
and profit the gain for the merchant
Why can’t you see, I’m just trying to survice
When all you see is just another street kid?
What profit it our name but shame
Why don’t you understand, we all aren’t made of money
When you stand there and scoff, while I wait for the highest bid?
Why don’t you just open your heart, maybe just a little
When you see me sitting there, begging everyday?
Why don’t you help me out, and give me a little pay
When you read my sign, every word ringing true?
Why can’t you see, it’s hard work that I do
When I’m out here, just asking, begging, pleaing with you?
Why don’t you stop pointing your nose in the air
When I ask “Spare change?”, just acknowledge me there?
Why does this world have to be so cruel and unfair
When all I want is a dry place to sleep, and to wash my hair?
Why am I doomed to be looked down upon
When all I want is to be normal like you?
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