Experience at a clinic event for the homeless They rush through the gates Shelter, food, and safety away from all the hate I stand with a white coat Needle in hand I am frozen by the words being said She hasn’t had a bed for many years And I’m supposed to ask if she has insurance. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by strangerpaths Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee View all posts by strangerpaths