When I was thirty being homeless was quite rare
And I could feel smug, sleeping in my car,
As if I was special. I made my despair
My brag. Now this sad world’s fallen far
From those days; the rare have become many.
Was I a pioneer? Testing waters
The young now wade? And does youth have any
Hint they seek like saints? Sons and daughters
Lack mothers and fathers and sleep in cars.
What know they of homes? My answer is: “Much.”
I’ve bled as they bleed; been orphaned, seen bars
Be my warmth, walked bleak streets where the soft touch
Of home seems lost, yet such wounds can uplift.
Blessed are the poor. You can’t purchase God’s gift.
The filthy rich think their filth is fine and anything else is foolishness. They wonder why people refer to their seeming magnificence as “The Swamp.” Or maybe they don’t. I imagine it is a topic they don’t want to broach. Why wonder, when you’re fat and happy? Like pigs in the mud, they are not interested in cleanliness. Even if you went through the trouble of scrubbing them, they’d head straight back to The Swamp as fast as they could.
In fact, the threat of losing their power and privilege can cause the wealthy to do deeds of far greater evil than a simple criminal does. That is what makes The Swamp swampy, rather than enlightened.
One aspect of this evil is the poor get poorer. The poor are experiencing the very state that makes the rich such cowards, and causes some rich to do desperate deeds of evil to clutch their piggy mires of wealth and power.
In conclusion, the poor know what the rich know nothing about. One assumes it is a bad thing, such as drug overdoses, but that happens to the rich as well. In fact, what the poor know is a good thing.
Now, do not expect me to go on at length about what is good. That is for me to know and for you to learn. But I will tell you this: If you learn it, you can leave the alley and even become a billionaire, without turning into a pig.
Here is a past post which tells a bit about how homelessness and poverty teaches even a fool like me of higher things:
https://sunriseswansong.wordpress.com/2018/07/04/a-place-called-home/
With the economy teetering on the verge of a Great Depression, many who had hopes of joining the pigs in The Swamp may find themselves in tents on the street. Many who felt safely ensconced in The Swamp may also find themselves ejected from the pigpen of privilege. Therefore perhaps it is high time to broach a spiritual topic which the politically-correct dread.
Sunrise's Swansong 