One step away

The tables are turned

And the drunk, the mad

And the homeless

Stand hand in hand

Looking down on us

Wondering why

They are treated in this way.

The full scent of humanity

Floating from their forms.

We should all breathe this in

And not be repulsed

As we all but one step away….

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