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written by: Phyllis Souza


Under the freeway, a gray tent shudders. Inside, a man curls in a dirty sleeping bag— he breaths in the stench of urine.

On the sidewalk, a veteran begs for food. He’s not alone; plenty more like him.

A man in the tube staggers out. He collapses on the ground— a victim of hard times. Does anybody care?

Some passers-by lament how sad and do nothing about it.

Imagine being cold, hungry, and grateful for the handout by someone wearing a warm coat.

Those without remember a family. Maybe, even a job with a few bucks in the bank.

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