Stay calm. Stay safe. Stay at home
This seems to be the order of the day
With our gates, doors and rooms shut
To dive in the mysterious beauty
That comes with silence
But what does this mean for the homeless man in the shelter
His home is neither safe nor calm
His home is swamped with human beings arrayed like cadets in a military barrack
Bunk beds spaced two feet apart
With shared restrooms, showers and eating areas
What does this mean for the street child
Sitting on the busy street
Relying on finding used cans from pollution as a means of survival
And lacks a hand washing station on the streets
With no place to call home
I can only only be grateful for the kind of life I have been given
A place to be calm, a place to be safe and a place to call home
For the world can be a very evil place
Living in poverty at this point in time
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