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Array ( [sid] => 186632 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Street Life [time] => 2019-11-04 11:51:45 [hometext] => [bodytext] => As a man once said
i was born and raised
in this country
this country
is my home
so why
must i be
houseless
in my own home
i was raised
to respect
the police
yet the police
and the justice system
have the freedom
to disrespect
me
i was born and raised
to believe
in Democracy
the freedom to speak
about the basic human needs
Food Shelter
a little security
yet
i/'/m held in chains
Denied
the basic human rights
in this

Civilized Life [comments] => 3 [counter] => 109 [topic] => 21 [informant] => drone [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Street Life

Contributed by drone on Monday, 4th November 2019 @ 11:51:45 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

As a man once said
i was born and raised
in this country
this country
is my home
so why
must i be
houseless
in my own home
i was raised
to respect
the police
yet the police
and the justice system
have the freedom
to disrespect
me
i was born and raised
to believe
in Democracy
the freedom to speak
about the basic human needs
Food Shelter
a little security
yet
i/'/m held in chains
Denied
the basic human rights
in this

Civilized Life

Copyright © drone ... [ 2019-11-04 11:51:45]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Street Life (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Wednesday, 6th November 2019 @ 06:13:54 AM AEST
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Civilization is a cruel lie
and within the matrix
we see feel it get smacked by it
resistance is futile
we will all be assimilated,
good poem
like the way it flowed
and
made me think about things........

Re: Street Life (User Rating: 1 )
by Jecks on Thursday, 7th November 2019 @ 03:37:06 PM AEST
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Yeah, this one made me think too,
If you/'/re saying that life is unfair, then yup, It is unfair.
We all have to struggle (yes, some more than others) to even have a slim chance at success, and for those that give up, no chance at all.

Re: Street Life (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 8th November 2019 @ 08:53:23 AM AEST
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section 8 housing
has an 8 to 10 year
waiting list, for those
who apply
people on the street
are not out there camping
even though some of the
lucky ones have tents
his trousers were down
as he held onto the traffic
pole on main street
and he/'/s gone, long-time
gone, not even thirty

lets make this a democratic
process, how much would
you like to reach out and
help this young man
who needs our help?

what, nobody?
Well sadly that seems
to be the truth for most
of the cops, except
the ones who accidentally
shoot unarmed citizens

but exactly whose fault
is that. Not mine not mine
not my 401K
I hope.

peace!

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