A senior shivering in the rain, to look in his eyes on those cold winter days. Laid out in these days of summer on a carpet of despair. His and her life is a mystery. But homeless, born and raised in Washington, D.C., and shall they ever find a place to call home in their hometown? A patch of darkness swerves the ground with this thought. He’s one of many. An old Black man, and a Black woman we watch die under the Pennsylvania bridge. Do our seniors have a universal right to life, a right to liberty and the pursuit of happiness?
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