I wandered past a homeless man
lying in the street,
I wandered past this homeless man
as he stared at my feet.
I trod the same route every day,
a firmness in my step,
not to care that on such streets
such desperation slept.
Until one day I met the cross
where apathy is nailed,
and felt compassion in my chest
and felt how we have failed.
I wandered past a homeless man
but today I saw it all:
injustice, like a leaden shot.
Today I saw a soul.
