Where do the homeless go?

Where do the homeless go

When the wind is howling 

When the rain is bucketing down

And their stomachs growling?

Where do the homeless sleep

When their bodies are aching

When they are cold and tired

And their spirits breaking?

Where do the homeless wash

When they are grimed in dirt

When their souls need cleansing

And in need of a clean shirt?

Where should the homeless go

In need of a pillow for their head

When they have no place to call home

And sometimes wish they were dead?

Where should the homeless eat

When they are empty with desperation

Their stomachs rumbling with need

And their bodies skeletal from starvation?

Yet, buildings lie empty, abandoned and locked

Good food is thrown out, wasted and rotten

Whilst the homeless are shooed away like dogs

Their names and daily struggles forgotten

Wake up and let’s start a revolution

To care more, to share and stop ignoring

To see their suffering, their hurts and pain

And be blessed in helping in their restoring