DragonWyngs - Brotherhood
Brotherhood

Bums on the street
Down on their luck
Homeless condition
And feeling stuck

Are they the cause
Of societies' ills?
Or a product of
Money, the god to fill?

Who's fault to blame?
Who's job to fix?
Turn a blind eye,
Go home at six?

Brother can you spare a dime?
Begging on the street
Stay or run away?
Who's responsibility to meet?

DW
© 11-21-03





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