THE HOMELESS

They say he smells from months of bathlessness

They say she's a freak, may God help her back to her senses

The crazy matted hair, the wild bursts of anger, the sleaze

The alcohol and drugs that replaced a home in their hearts

The harassing of pedestrians with the requests and offers.

Never give them money they say, they're all on drugs

Drive them away, they are corrupting our society

Let them take their filth away from our guilty gaze

Bulldoze them away, and hope their ghosts keep from our doorstep

The sheltered doorstep of one three slips from them.

May you never experience the averting eyes

May you never see faces glued to the ground

May you never grow up by a Delhi road

May you never be exposed in cold and heat

May you never taste the salty blood of a dying human's phlegm

As your body begins to give in to the winter.

https://youtu.be/6tpApF6iYu4

INKTOBER 17: SALTY/"THE HOMELESS"

MUSIC: Aqualung, Jethro Tull

VIDEO: Parasite, Joon-Ho, 2019

The system desires people to serve as an example to others. These people live in the midst of society, a foul imitation of Samiri, warning the worker of his fate if he dares question the status quo, a reminder that he should obey everything he is told by society. Many homeless people come from extremely vulnerable backgrounds. People who target the homeless are sick in the head, when they have more in common with each other than with the bosses and the CEOs and the politicians, you have less common sense than the street dogs that guard their haggard owners. In the gambling of capitalism, the man in Antilia looks down on us all.