Sadly, this poem reflects what is occurring everyday in this country and others and still the banks and lenders are made to look like the victims. They are not; they are the reason for tent cities and uprooted families. Families need to be protected, not the bankers!
Poem at: http://fanstory.com/displaystory.jsp?id=275382
When Will We Go Home?
Children's hearts plead
Confusion, their world altered
Strain in nightmare fashion
Last week they played carefree
Last night they slept peacefully
Dreams of fanciful flight
Snuggled warmth in favorite blankets
Teddy bears held tight
Morning roused an unexpected day
Shuffled footsteps hurried, pass
Parents issue panicked orders
Children, arms outstretched demand solace
Boxes, bags filled with treasured possessions
Left behind are memories of family gathered
Doors are closed, homes are silenced
Fathers', mothers' security robbed
Overnight poverty, country's plight
Counted pennies lay on table
Shelters, now their new home
Army cots are children's beds
Forsake familiar comfort
Rows of strangers, companioned dwelling
Bedtime rules enforced, privacy negated
Morning roused an unexpected day
Mothers', fathers' hurried pace
Shelter closed for the day
Country veiled in glory
Cities of tents line the sidewalks
Food is scarce, money ... gone
Children question, "When will we go home?"
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