Who Is My Brother

Who is my Brother

He lay in the heat, he lay in the cold
Nothing to eat, feeling so old
Taunted by day, hides through the night
Last week another, lost this long fight
Despised by the masses, his presence annoys
A menace to others, who have much to enjoy
Why doesn't he work, earn his own way
Just like us, he should have to pay

Yet...

I overheard his story, he once had it all
A business and a house, until illness came to call
His days became a struggle, he started losing more
Couldn't keep the pace, he had to close the store
“Friends” turned away, “We'll pray for you”, they said
Quickly they moved on, feeling pride instead
The day his house was taken, he begged for one more week
Waiting on a miracle, they wouldn't grant that week
Shelters were his home now, at least for a time
Until the night he got in late, in there that is a crime
Soup kitchens helped, but could only feed a portion
Too many like him, not enough donations
He died alone last night, they said poor health the cause
But I know the truth, a broken heart it was

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