Invisible
He's really not invisibleThough most refuse to see
The homeless man they seem to think
Is lacking dignity.
They cannot get beyond the beard
Nor look into his eyes.
They cannot get beyond their fears
Nor hope to realize
This is a man, a living soul,
A fact they must have missed,
He doesn't need their sanction or
Approval to exist.
He was a child like all of us,
His mother loved him too.
Yet chemical imbalances
In adolescence grew.
Its not that he's a lesser man,
Or fried his brain on dope.
The State could take his freedom, but
Could never take his hope.
Through years of living on their meds,
Or locked up in their cage,
His hope was always to be free,
Undrugged, till his old age.
Would you or I be different?
Would you or I agree
To meekly walk into their trap,
To ne'er again breathe free?
So why would someone ever opt
To sleep out on the street?
Far better than a cage and drugs
And living incomplete.
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