TO THOSE OF YOU, WHO HAVE A HOME

To those of you who have a home,

Who don’t wander the world all alone,

Who have someplace to call their own,

Look out to the streets and gaze around,

Hungry faces and limp bodies,

Waiting to be found.

Kicked around and thrashed,

Driven away and bashed,

Starved and diseased,

Injured and aggrieved.

Will it take our extinction,

To wake you up from this ignorant hibernation?

You bathe and protect your children at homes,

Ours are raised in gutters and exposed,

To the rain, to the floods, and the fires,

And to you, humans who are not so pious.

The limits of violence are pushed each day,

Killings and invasions seen as recreational play.

You throw stones,

If we even come close,

Yet have no regrets running us down,

With your speeding cars,

Or throwing us down,

From your buildings, not a care about the scars.

We didn’t ask for this rivalry,

You call us the most loyal,

But where is your loyalty?

Don’t we deserve the love and care,

Aren’t we all supposed to be,

The children of the same God Almighty?

We aren’t asking you to treat us like kings,

Just letting us coexist would do the thing,

This earth is meant for cohabitation,

You don’t have to kill us,

This is not a Hunger Games adaptation.

Just live and let be,

And this place would be heaven to live in,

For us too maybe.