Occupy Poetry


BY David Meyerhof

Is this America, home of the free?
No, home of the homeless, as you can see.
Degradation on the sidewalk, the bench.
Hunger with too much thirst to quench.

Their life could be your life.
Don’t you feel their strife?
It’s survive 24/7.
It’s lucky to eat at the 7/11.

Facing harassment day by day,
Trying to make it in any way.
The cardboard box doesn’t fit.
No place to lie, no place to sit.

So this is America to the world.
See how its people are treated unfurled.
No more of this, we say.
Rising up together is the only way.

David Meyerhof


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