Homeless In Suburbia
The preacher says his prayer
With tender care
God bless
All unfortunate homeless
Meanwhile
He lives in lavish style
With the sanctuary
At night, dark and empty
So the masses on the street
Out of garbage cans eat
Or stand in a long line
Simply to dine
They can sleep dormitory
style
At least for a little while
If they can stand the crime
Of beating and stealing
It's as bad as doing time
Guilt is a common feeling
But we did nothing wrong
Is a common song
Perhaps they have an
addiction
Or circumstances just turned
sour
In their darkest hour
But there is a harsh fiction
That there is no place live
Everybody knows
That banks foreclose
As debts they cannot forgive
So there are homes boarded up
More than enough
To house those who wander
Many, many times over
I see
Irony of agony
It is a shame
And there are people to blame
Society does bleed
Because of blatant greed
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