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Poems From Street Level, Book 2

Welcome to Bonnie's rebuilt poetry page. The web page I was using decided to start charging for their pages, so I'm rebuilt it here. Hope you like it.The picture of the Gardiner is from the Homeless Archive page of OCAP's website.


bus shelter

Today I received a terrible shock,

My landlord had changed the lock!

My key wouldn't fit in the door,

I couldn't get in there anymore.

On the door was left a note,

This is what my landlord wrote.

"Your rent is three months behind,

I have had enough of your kind.

You're evicted; I'm throwing you out,

Give back your key and get the hell out!"

What now? I was on the street,

I longed to feel the carpet under my feet.

I went to the Church to have dinner,

This night was certainly no winner.

I starved all day and froze at night,

There seemed to be no end in sight.

That's how it is when you're poor,

No one cares about you anymore.

So let's get rid of the Harris Tories,

Let's write a different ending to this story.

He's Dead

Rest in peace

How did he die?

He died from the cold.

What was his age?

He was young and old.

What was his name?

It was never the same.

Why was he there?

Because nobody cares.

Where was he found?

In a lonely doorway.

In what part of town?

Down factory way.

This has got to stop!

What can we do?

Pressure those at the top.

Make them listen to you.

I will do that right now,

With a group of my friends.

We'll show them how,

Homelessness ends.

The Faceless Death

Is this man sleeping or dead?

A faceless man died today,

No one knew his name.

But people die every day,

This was not the same.

He died on the streets alone,

Within sight of the rich.

Could he not get a home?

Yeah, in a box or a ditch.

Why does this go on,

In such a wealthy land?

The rich are so wrong,

To ignore this man.

We need to make this right,

This type of life must end.

We want no deaths this night,

Let's remember our friend.

We Remember Them

where too many homeless people end up

We remember them,

We remember when.

They danced with joy of life,

They cried with occasional strife.

They shared with us their future plans

We felt the love in their strong hands.

They played jokes and made us laugh,

Until we thought we'd split in half.

They shared the wisdom of their years,

Told us their pleasures and their fears.

They had jobs and made good money,

Everything for them looked sunny.

They had families, wives and kids,

Until their lives hit the skids.

They never thought that they would be,

Spending their time on the street.

Their lives collapsed, their worlds caved in.

They would never go back to where they'd been.

Suddenly, their world was changed,

Their whole reality rearranged.

They died homeless, does society care?

They probably didn't even know they were there.

That is why we remember them,

We want society to remember when.

Crime Against Humanity

a scene burned into our collective conciousness

September 11/2001,

A day when great evil would be done.

For most New Yorkers, a business day,

But it was not fated to end that way.

In New York, at the World Centre of Trade,

Where this great disaster would be played.

A hijacked plane with terrorists aboard,

Slammed into the first tower on the 80th floor.

It tore a massive hole in the tower's side,

Inside, the workers screamed and cried.

At the 50th floor, in about half an hour,

Another hijacked plane hit the second tower.

Everyone watched in disbelief,

They all cried in shock and grief.

While we were trying to comprehend all this,

We got news of yet another hit.

Another hijacked plane hit the Pentagon,

One whole section was completely gone.

Reporters were mobilized, cameras whirred,

As they broadcast the pictures all over the world.

President Bush was incensed, "It's an act of war,

Get those planes into the air.

Stop those terrorists, stop them now,

By any means you know how."

Commercial airlines were kept on the ground,

Those in the air were sent to our town.

We thought another plane had been shot down,

Then we found out we were wrong.

Terrorists tried to take over a jet,

But that was as far as they would get.

Heroic passengers tried to end the strife,

They saved America with their lives.

This plane was thought to be headed for the House painted White,

They were clearly looking for a fight.

Back in New York, a scene of fears,

As the city was bathed in tears.

From high towers, desperate people waved,

There was no hope that they would be saved.

They jumped to their deaths in the streets below,

What a horrible way to go.

In New York, as the Trade Centre burned,

Shock and disbelief had turned.

To horror as the towers fell,

The street resembled a scene from Hell.

Smoke, dust and fire spread throughout the city,

Destroying the Big Apple once thought pretty.

Air travel stopped, the border closed,

We've never seen measures such as those.

America under attack, not in this life,

Have we seen this kind of strife.

In Canada too, the effect was felt,

A very high level of security was held.

The stock exchange was closed, sports events stopped,

Time for North America suddenly stopped.

We were glued to our TVs for the whole day,

We hung on every word the reporters would say.

Our memories are seared with these scenes,

Terrorists tried to bring America to its knees.

New York looks like a scene of war,

Rarely have we seen damage like that before.

This is being called the worst attack in history,

Who did it is a mystery.

But they have an idea of who it can be,

They think it could be an old enemy.

The States are so close, could it happen here?

The answer is one that we all fear.

So, let's keep up our watch and not let down our guard,

Let's stop the enemy from afar.

Canada is free this day,

Let's make sure it stays that way.

Another Damn War!

may this dove send its message of peace to the people of Iraq

So, the Americans have gone to war,

Gone into Iraq once more.

Did they think we would forget?

The joke’s on them, we haven’t yet.

The last Gulf War in ’91,

That was a war they thought they’d won.

They bombed the hell out of Iraq,

That wasn’t enough, now they’re back.

They say it’s to get rid of the leader,

The U.S. wants their oil, every litre.

The search for Saddam is just a smoke screen,

We know what they really mean.

They search for weapons that can kill a lot,

They search for what Iraq has not.

Mass destruction and chemical arms,

Weapons that can really harm.

U.S. has these weapons, not Iraq,

Send the weapons inspectors back.

They say their bombs are “smart”,

“They strike only at the heart.

Of Saddam’s offices and war rooms.”

They will not cause Iraqi wounds.

We all know that’s a lie,

How many Iraqis will have to die,

Before the U.S. sees the light.

And gives up this stupid fight?

Thousands have died, many are hurt,

Women and children are being hurt.

Ottawa said, “This war is wrong,”

But now they sing a different song.

Our men and equipment are over there,

And our battleships are where?

In the Gulf, aiding the U.S. Hawks,

They’d rather fight than hold peace talks.

Families are being ordered out of their homes,

They never know when the soldiers may come.

Soldiers are holding them at gunpoint,

Killed a bus full of them at one point.

What have these people done,

That warrants them facing a gun?

These people are innocent, they bear no ill,

Towards soldiers who want to kill.

The civilians only want to live in peace,

War will not and cannot lead to peace.

You don’t get peace by making war,

War only leads to more war.

They say Saddam may be dead; it will be over soon,

Do you really believe that tune?

I know I don’t, so I will go,

Onto the street where I will show.

That I am against this war with thousands of others,

Husbands and wives, kids and mothers.

We must remember Vietnam,

And when the U.S. went into Guam.

We stopped that war; we can stop this one,

And not at the point of a gun.

Stop this war, no blood for oil,

For peace, I would be willing to toil.

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