Shed a tear for the homeless.
Shed a tear for the heartless.
Shed a tear for the forgotten
Who dwell on thoughts rotten.
And a tear or two here,
And a tear or two there
For daily they disappear
Down bowels of despair.
Reprieve them through prayer
And bestow them some bread
For ‘tis been far too rare
Since their hearts’ve been fed.
And perhaps too you’ll allow
Them a mere bath or a bed
For it ain’t long now
Till you’re both dead, dead, dead!
And postmortem that day
Almighty God’ll say,
“How have ye helped thy fellow
Wicked brethren in any way?”