Alone I sit, so deeply in thought,
but not thinking of the things that I never bought.
I have no money, nor a place to lay my head.
I did have a roof and a nice, warm bed.
But it was all taken away when I lost my job,
And the guy before me, his name was Bob.
He got axed first and I thought that they were done
but they were just getting started, putting us out one by one.
They said if I worked hard, I could have the American dream
and now all I want to do is throw my head back and scream.
I want to scream for all the kids who were told to go to school;
amass a fortune in loans and don’t be a drop-out fool.
But I did all that; went to school and paid my dues,
only to see it all gone as I sit here drinking booze.
I see you looking down on me as though it’s my own fault,
and into my wounds, you go and pour the salt.
You don’t understand, they ain’t finished with us yet.
I had a pension and a savings and it’s gone just like that.
I tried working at McDonalds but they’ve automated things.
We’re as helpless as a bird that can’t fly with broken wings.
They don’t need us anymore, we’re a drain on the bottom line,
and that’s why I’m cold and homeless and sipping on cheap wine.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2017 Shelby I. Courtland
When I first started blogging, I blogged extensively on homelessness. It is an issue that pulled me in and yet, I’ve not written about the plight of the homeless in quite sometime. It is not because I don’t think of them because I do. We are in the process of seeking funding to rehab more homes for the homeless because we know that homeless shelters are not the answer. The sad fact is that big developers buy up properties for pennies on the dollar since these become nothing more than investments to them where they can make the most profit. They care not for those who are homeless through no fault of their own. It is people like us; everyday people who are out in the trenches doing what we can; working with what we have. I have often said, “Why is it that those who have the money are most often those who lack empathy?” But be that as it may, we are not going to stop trying to house people who need a home. I joined an organization that I thought was all about helping the homeless into housing, but they mostly talk.
Talking never gets anything done and so I am thinking of branching off on my own. I have a few ideas that are bouncing around in my head because I am determined to start my own organization because here, just like everywhere, there is much need. I pass by a homeless tent city many days and it is located right on Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Blvd and yet, we take a day to honor a man who stood for the poor and downtrodden and yet we can know that there are people living in tents on a street named after him and think nothing of it. This is just mindboggling, to say the least. But this just makes me more determined than ever to DO something as opposed to just talking about it. I can but try because things are going to get much worse and we cannot afford to wait because people are dying for lack of a home. Think about that. Who will be next? The job outlook for the future is dim. Robots are replacing humans. Kiosks are replacing humans and these things are not just happening in fast food restaurants, but also on assembly lines. Our vehicles will soon be made solely by machines and so will many other things leaving humans where? Out on the streets, that’s where. And if you think your job cannot be done by a robot or by a kiosk, keep thinking that. Meanwhile, I shall be trying to figure out how to house you when you get your pink slip. We shall soon BE the homeless! The writing is on the wall.