Take a glance, see the mural on America’s wall...of the families homeless on the outskirts of a mall. Picture Busy streets , congested highways there - a man standing with a beggar’s sign, traffic constantly streams along. No one will stop because most don’t care. Goliath office buildings dwarf the city, vendors dress store windows with manne-quins that show no pity, while on the heat vent just outside a mildew aroma arises from a sleeping guy. Sympathy, like a stain on the ground in a subway tunnel where he used to lie down. Low tide at the river- a short reprieve for a family of five in a small tent city. All casualties of a big bank charade like a maze of foreclosures blotting out family days. Elegant dinners for CEO’s politely ignoring the beggar which no body knows, using taxpayer money to chase him away with the help of a cop working ten hour days...Not a picture serene where a wing slightly blows, a sweet smell of lilac or the scent of a rose, it’s no picnic like yours cause they sleep in the parks, in America’s closets, they sleep in the

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