Sidling through the alleyways where men and women hide
And one thing that I saw, I swore
I’d try to write about…
A man, discrete on concrete space
Next to someone’s storage waste
These black wheeled wonders in a refuse shed
Next to a human with no roof over his head.
What kind of world am I living in
When a person’s worth less than a wheelie bin?
They say that if you sold a body, weight by weight and bit by bit
It would be worth around 100 quid.
But somewhere along the line
We’ve forgotten the value of human heat and intelligent minds.
The homeless man who gives the dog his last warm chip
Or the woman on benefits that hands back a wallet when somebody’s dropped it.
And I know that it seems we can’t stop shoving rubbish inside us
Treating ourselves like landfill ‘til the whole world despises us.
But the last time I looked, a man’s worth more than a bin
Every single one of us knows where we’ve been
Knows we have the right to be safe and be clean.
Knows we deserve safety, respect and motivation.
To live in a compassionate, civilised nation.
So next time you jump on a bandwagon
Of callous callouts, just imagine;
That could be you with a little less luck
That could be you if you’d come unstuck.
Three paychecks and some bad decisions,
That’s all it takes to lose a little vision, so consider.
Next time you walk past someone who’s made some mistakes
Don’t think about whether they’re homeless or fake
Sit down, lend a hand, offer your ear.
When you do that you realise
There’s much more to hear.