You say you don't feel bad
You say they should just get a job
But as you sit on your ivory tower
Looking down at the ants below
You've never walked an inch in another pair of shoes.
You say they're useless
Degenerates who are too lazy
Tell that to the twenty year old with only one eye
Who had found himself on the wrong side of a group of friends
The little girl who squealed with delight
When we had given her a stick of deoderant
The sunburnt couple
With a rosy-cheeked baby boy
Who's hair the mother refused to cut
Tell that to the man who seldom spoke
And wrote his name in illegible chickenscratch on a piece of paper to meet us
The girl with the surrogate family
Who had her hair cut harshly
With a disposable razer
To the man with makeshift sandals
Who told us of his stories of travelling the world
He hated New York
The woman who had a degree
And a husband
And lost them both when the company fell down
A tweaker and a shaggy old man
Who talked fondly of politics and presidential candidates
A simple man with a bright smile
Who greeted us with a sultry voice
As he sang us church songs cheerily
Give your sob story
To the two men who sat together
And said to be careful when we asked to take a picture
Because "we might break the camera"
A young women with dark hair to her waist
Who left with a beautiful haircut
All hugs and smiles
A man who complimented everyone
With all of his heart
A young boy
Who was told by his mother
To shake all of our hands in thanks
Complain
About the 'scum of the earth'
That they'll take our jobs
That they're too lazy to work
Tell this to the freezing nights
Huddled together in a building
The naps under trees in the rain
The shopping carts of coats and blankets
Spend a night without a home
And come back to me when you've learned your lesson
