Homeless Jaime Kremerer Alone on the streets
Stands your grandfather
Your mother, your lover
Your teenage daughter

And the love you once held
Weighs down corners of lips
A smile now a frown
On a body thin as wisps

Pride recalls all form of apology
Or fear defaults over natural autocracy
Your eagerness to nurture overturned
By ‘common sense’ and fear of being burned

Is it natural just to see
Another on the street?
Is it natural not to care
When there is starving everywhere?

You know them or you don’t
But they’re a person nonetheless
So is it natural not to look
As this person turns to mess?

Five cents every day
Says you do your part
Feeling generous? A dollar
From the bottom of your heart
Sponsoring the foreign
But the locals you’re ignoring

Yet a dollar; you make ten in an hour
You have the muscle; you have the power
But you’re too ashamed, or too deranged
Too Californian to just make a change
Saving lives is something to be saved
For Hollywood studios, days with a cape
Because there’s no glamour or paychecks
In helping the everyday life-wrecked

That’s exactly what’ll happen
In 20 years when you go broke
And you’re begging like they did
Yeah, when you’re just another joke

When the people, they won’t see
You’d be glad with just a bite
When you’re shivering outside
Sleeping on the streets at night