Hear the cries of the homeless
THE EDITOR, Sir:
We see the tears in their eyes, the hunger at the corners of their mouths and feel the gloom that resonates from their bodies as we pass them on the street. Yet most of us notice them like the very air we breathe - felt but not seen.
They are not shadows to us. Don't you see them on the corners, sitting on the steps of some used or abandoned buildings, in our parks, sleeping on the very dirt we walk upon, stretching out their hands begging, just to eat something different than the empty air that is without salt or flavour?
And when we have wounded and slaughtered them with our words, cut them like knife to flesh with our eyes, and when the weather is just right, you see them rummaging through the garbage for their next meal.
A few groups and charities alone cannot help them. How many homeless shelters are there in the country? Let us take the shade from our eyes, remove the cotton from our ears, and confess we have heard their cries, and admit we have seen their tears.
In doing so, we can, collectively, help the very poor on our streets.
RICARDO M. LUKE