by an intern with the West Ohio Conference
June 2009
One man has a home,
The other man is lost.
One man drives a car,
The other man can’t afford the bus.
One man eats a meal,
The other man does not.
One man has a job,
The other man sits in a parking lot.
One man is real,
The other man is too.
When either gets a cut,
They bleed red like me and you.
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