The Other Side
The disadvantaged side of town
I have seen you in your fancy mansion
On the deck, where you watch the sun go down,
Remember there are others who see it too
Over on the other, wrong side of town.
The side where the homeless and sick lay
Where the drop-outs and druggies are,
Where there is always a fight brewing
And we all drive a souped-up car.
Over here life is ruled by the ruthless
We find out that hope is seldom there,
We get drunk and high on a daily basis
And most of us could not care.
Young and skinny street kids roam the alleys
Their ‘good for nothing’ parents kicked them out,
They can only eat if they rob a grocery store
But then they earn the label of being a lout.
But aside from all that, I too watch the sunsets
I still take the time to write, read and dream,
Look under the surface and see we are human
Notice that things aren’t always what they seem.
