The homeless

The homeless  are mocked as failures as they starve
The churchyard has no benches anymore
We harden up our hearts  so we can strive

Is it then a curse to be alive?
People sleep on  pavements by shop doors
The homeless  are called failures as they starve

Yet, monarchs and  new presidents survive
When it’s clear they’re pigs ,or rather, boors
We’ve hardened up our hearts as on we strive

I feel most would be happy to revive
A culture which has got a cushioned floor
The homeless  are called failures as they starve

A shell may well protect us till it breaks
We see we are no safer than a whore
We’ve hardened up our hearts and risked our lives

What are our true values at the core?
Who would choose a baby to adore?
The homeless  are labelled failures as they starve
We harden up our hearts but do not thrive