The Homeless Streets of San Francisco
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Human waste and piles of trash
Hands held out for petty cash
This used to be a growing town
Now it seems a battleground
Cries for help, they go unanswered
The helpless treated just like cancer
Rubbish heaps that serve as beds
The daily struggle of getting fed
Not enough to go around
On the brink of shanty town
Street fighters and dumpster divers
All just struggling for survival
The system’s broken; it’s out of order
Getting worse with every quarter
Shopping carts and piles of needles
Infections, bleeding, and even measles
Disease and filth found every day
City leaders that have lost their way
A plastic pail and worn out chair
People passing just don’t care
Turn their heads and hustle by
Avoiding contact from their eyes
Canvas tents on every corner
Mothers, sons, friends, and daughters
Homeless camps are taking over
Complete collapse is coming closer
Doors are locked, so are windows
This changing city; San Francisco
HI-tech jobs and higher rent
Affordable housing came and went
Two worlds exist in the same city
Where wealthy people have no pity
Get them out, make them go!
Ship them off to Mexico
Or Canada or just far away
Take their trash and leave today
Call the police and clean things up
Or instead, throw a dollar in their cup
Help them up; your fellow humans
Let’s join hands and start a movement
The problem isn’t getting better
We need more than words and letters
A human solution to an inhuman situation
To stop the pain; end the starvation
Show the world what we can do
Let’s all help; me and you…
