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below my feet lies a smooth wooden leg of my rocking chair
when i was yougn my mom would nurse me in this same chair
and creaking noise it made would always make my eyelids heavy
today it does not make me sleapy, but it does sooth my mind

today i saw a man walking cloaked in rags. no one stoped to ask him what happened to his home, his family, his life...have we become so desensitized to human suffering that we cannot even reach out a helping hand to someone who is begging?. sure he likely smells and will most probobly waste any money you give him on ciggarettes booze or worse...yet why is ther no communication left?...would i be looked upon as strange if i sat next to this man in the dirt and spoke to him of his troubles and offered him advice...somewhere in the coleective unconcious. for all our thoughts are interconnected by webs so the theorie goes, someone else out ther somewhere has to be feeling what i feel about these poor dountrodden people...but most people when they see a homeless person the reaction ughh god damn bum get a job!!!...get a job...how does that elevate this man character or moral compass by being somebodies bitch at some office or cleaning shit out of toiletts...does that get to the root fo the problem, will that save his soul.. will getting a job make him whole again?.the point i am trying to make is how could we as humans let this happen to a fellow human?, why do we follow blindly the "ever so sacred laws of the free market""?this man should be able to walk into a grocerie store and just take a loaf of bread but that would be immoral...and letting him starve to death on crumbs he scrounges out of trash cans is moral....does it make you sleep better at night to know that nobody will take bread form your supermarket without paying for it? it would make no difference at all...fuck the free market, fuck the economy, fuuck alll the systems in place to turn us into sheep, fuck employment, fuck education("if you want to get laid go to college, if you want an education go to the fucking library"zappa')...

as i sit in my rocking chair with my little dog in my lap tongiht i cry for the thousands...millions who ahve no warmth tongiht, no love, no food, no compaanionship. all for the pursuit of some fucked up illusion of morality and wealth. "but all the money you made will never buy back your souls" dylan