Walking My Life....

My travels have taught me
That the turmoil, was everywhere
I seen it from the bottom up....


The blood on the floors
The screaming, yelling
Crying too....

I've walked the
Hobo camps
Alley ways
The streets....

Hiked miles of highway
Talked with strangers
Walking away
Continue the journey....


I seen people
Drink their lives away
Seen drugs
Beat them all to hell....


Seen the attitude
With people that didn't care....


People with pity parties
As if the world
Revolved around them....

I've seen the blood fall
Burning bodies
Screaming for help...


Hear the bullets fly
Above my head
Side to side....


Hit the dirt
Cover the ground....

My travels, I seen
Countries with separate cultures
But always the same
Actions and reactions....


I have more trust
With a Hobo
Than I do
With a common man....

Respect and trust
That's all it takes....


For that purpose
I made my stand...


Walk in my shoes
We can sit down
We can talk...


If not
Continue your walk...…

Michael VanDyke @C 2019