My city isn’t always so pretty, it’s downright unfair. Who really cares? I know a 77-year-old woman and man sleeping downtown in a tent unable to pay the rent.
The cost of them living with some dignity is too high a burden on Joe and Josephine the taxpayers. There’s always a layer of paperwork, and a waiting list, with the risk of dying from preventable circumstances.
Who really knows if is it a racially equitable process, and who decides when those lost in the whirlwind are too old to remember when they had a home?
I can’t be all alone in this fight to get it right. Housing is a human right, right? So we say. What will it take to honor our mothers’ and fathers’ days with a safe place? There should be a universal right to housing. That’s the solution for me.
I hear a chorus of voices to the choir, who say they believe in housing for all, for every man, woman and child, that would be a family. Poor people are always being demonized in a capitalistic system, not being able to supply their housing needs.
Thank the Lord for the raindrops and the trees, that’s a good thing. I see the bricks and mortar, and the building of new communities, of housing for everyone in need. Is it only a premonition or should I call it a dream?
