Kittusa-can, a resilient cat with no feet, walks the streets, balancing two bags—one small, one big—and an umbrella adorned with USA and Canada flags. Accompanied by a small kitten, she navigates through the urban landscape. The weight of homelessness and the constant struggle for survival have driven her to seek a better life. Despite her physical challenges, Kittusa-can's determination shines as she strives to escape the hardships that have plagued her existence. Her journey symbolizes hope and resilience in the face of adversity, a call for compassion and change. She embodies the spirit of those who endure, inspiring others to recognize and address the plight of the homeless, striving for a world where no one is left behind. Through her journey, Kittusa-can seeks not just a new home but a renewed sense of dignity and hope for a brighter future.
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This is USA and Canada; wow holala;Bla bla bla...
In lands of plenty, where wealth abounds,
A dark reality in shadows found.
This is USA and Canada, wow holala,
The land of dreams, where freedoms call.
Chronically homeless, the term they say,
Those lost in time, by night and day.
A year or more on the streets they roam,
Without a place to call their home.
With disabilities, they try to stand,
In a world that doesn't lend a hand.
Invisible souls in cities bright,
Turned away, unseen in the light.
Bla blabla, the rhetoric flows,
But little action, little that shows.
The promises made, the banners high,
Yet under bridges, the homeless lie.
Ignored by many, eyes turned away,
Their struggles unseen, in disarray.
If we pretend, they don’t exist,
Their cries for help are gently missed.
And worse than this, the cruel disguise,
Their survival criminalized.
To sleep, to eat, to simply be,
Becomes a crime in land of the free.
Arrests and fines, their daily bread,
Harassed and hunted, filled with dread.
Not just ignored, but penalized,
Their very lives so stigmatized.
We talk of rights, of freedoms dear,
Yet for the homeless, it’s never clear.
Where can they turn? Where can they stay?
When laws and hearts have turned away.
At Unity Parenting, a brighter view,
Shining light on this darkened hue.
To help the young and old who roam,
We must understand, make them feel at home.
Erase the stigma, change the tune,
To see them not as strangers, but soon,
As people with stories, lives to live,
In a world where we all must give.
Their daily fight, a struggle fierce,
Through cold, through hunger, hearts that pierce.
To see them whole, to understand,
The depth of pain, the outstretched hand.
Bla blabla, the slogans ring,
But what about the suffering they bring?
Empty words without the deeds,
Won’t heal the wounds, won’t meet the needs.
This is USA and Canada, wow holala,
Rich lands of hope, where freedoms draw.
Yet here we find, beneath the gloss,
A world of sorrow, a heavy loss.
Chronically homeless, a label placed,
On those whose lives have been erased.
From homes, from jobs, from dreams they fall,
Yet still they rise, despite it all.
Disabilities add to their plight,
Making survival a constant fight.
Invisibility their daily shroud,
In bustling cities, in every crowd.
Bla blabla, the speeches grand,
But little changes, few extend a hand.
In rich democracies, they walk alone,
The streets their bed, the cold their home.
Ignored by most, a painful slight,
Their humanity veiled in the night.
But worse still, the laws they face,
Criminalizing their very space.
To sleep on benches, to rest in parks,
To find a shelter as daylight darks.
These simple acts, now deemed a crime,
In a world that punishes poverty’s grime.
Arrested, fined, their spirits crushed,
By systems meant to leave them hushed.
The laws that bind them, chains of steel,
Make it harder for them to heal.
Unity Parenting, a beacon bright,
In this darkness, shines a light.
To change the world, to shift the view,
We must see them as me and you.
Erase the stigma, change the ways,
To see the homeless in brighter days.
To understand their daily strife,
And help them build a better life.
This is USA and Canada, wow holala,
Nations of hope, where dreams should never fall.
Yet here we stand, a mirror faced,
To see the pain, the lives displaced.
Chronically homeless, not just a name,
But lives lived out in endless shame.
With disabilities and dreams unmet,
In a world that tries hard to forget.
Invisible souls in crowded streets,
Turning blind eyes to the faces we meet.
If we ignore, if we pretend,
Their suffering seems to have no end.
Bla blabla, the chorus sings,
But hollow words don’t change a thing.
In lands of plenty, where wealth’s a boast,
The homeless still are just a ghost.
Unity Parenting calls us near,
To change our hearts, to lend an ear.
To see the people, not just the plight,
And turn the darkness into light.
Erase the stigma, break the chains,
Of laws and hearts that cause such pains.
To see them whole, to understand,
To offer them a helping hand.
This is USA and Canada, wow holala,
Rich lands of hope, where freedoms draw.
Yet in these streets, a silent plea,
For those who suffer, for you, for me.
Chronically homeless, a label true,
For those who’ve seen what we never knew.
With disabilities that add to the fight,
Invisible lives hidden from sight.
Bla blabla, the speeches sound,
But real change still must be found.
In rich democracies, they roam in pain,
Seeking shelter from the rain.
Ignored by many, laws that bind,
Their daily lives, inhumane we find.
Criminalized for merely being,
In a world that’s blind to seeing.
Unity Parenting, a voice so clear,
Calls us to action, draws us near.
To see the homeless, to understand,
To offer love, to make a stand.
Erase the stigma, change the view,
To see them not as strangers, but soon,
As people with stories, lives to live,
In a world where we all must give.
Their daily fight, a struggle fierce,
Through cold, through hunger, hearts that pierce.
To see them whole, to understand,
The depth of pain, the outstretched hand.
Bla blabla, the slogans ring,
But what about the suffering they bring?
Empty words without the deeds,
Won’t heal the wounds, won’t meet the needs.
This is USA and Canada, wow holala,
Rich lands of hope, where freedoms draw.
Yet here we find, beneath the gloss,
A world of sorrow, a heavy loss.
Chronically homeless, a label placed,
On those whose lives have been erased.
From homes, from jobs, from dreams they fall,
Yet still they rise, despite it all.
Disabilities add to their plight,
Making survival a constant fight.
Invisibility their daily shroud,
In bustling cities, in every crowd.
Bla blabla, the speeches grand,
But little changes, few extend a hand.
In rich democracies, they walk alone,
The streets their bed, the cold their home.
Ignored by most, a painful slight,
Their humanity veiled in the night.
But worse still, the laws they face,
Criminalizing their very space.
To sleep on benches, to rest in parks,
To find a shelter as daylight darks.
These simple acts, now deemed a crime,
In a world that punishes poverty’s grime.
Arrested, fined, their spirits crushed,
By systems meant to leave them hushed.
The laws that bind them, chains of steel,
Make it harder for them to heal.
Unity Parenting, a beacon bright,
In this darkness, shines a light.
To change the world, to shift the view,
We must see them as me and you.
Erase the stigma, change the ways,
To see the homeless in brighter days.
To understand their daily strife,
And help them build a better life.
This is USA and Canada, wow holala,
Nations of hope, where dreams should never fall.
Yet here we stand, a mirror faced,
To see the pain, the lives displaced.
Chronically homeless, not just a name,
But lives lived out in endless shame.
With disabilities and dreams unmet,
In a world that tries hard to forget.
Invisible souls in crowded streets,
Turning blind eyes to the faces we meet.
If we ignore, if we pretend,
Their suffering seems to have no end.
Bla blabla, the chorus sings,
But hollow words don’t change a thing.
In lands of plenty, where wealth’s a boast,
The homeless still are just a ghost.
Unity Parenting calls us near,
To change our hearts, to lend an ear.
To see the people, not just the plight,
And turn the darkness into light.
Erase the stigma, break the chains,
Of laws and hearts that cause such pains.
To see them whole, to understand,
To offer them a helping hand.
This is USA and Canada, wow holala,
Rich lands of hope, where freedoms draw.
Yet in these streets, a silent plea,
For those who suffer, for you, for me.
Chronically homeless, a label true,
For those who’ve seen what we never knew.
With disabilities that add to the fight,
Invisible lives hidden from sight.
Bla blabla, the speeches sound,
But real change still must be found.
In rich democracies, they roam in pain,
Seeking shelter from the rain.
Ignored by many, laws that bind,
Their daily lives, inhumane we find.
Criminalized for merely being,
In a world that’s blind to seeing.
Unity Parenting, a voice so clear,
Calls us to action, draws us near.
To see the homeless, to understand,
To offer love, to make a stand.
Erase the stigma, change the view,
To see them not as strangers, but soon,
As people with stories, lives to live,
In a world where we all must give.
Their daily fight, a struggle fierce,
Through cold, through hunger, hearts that pierce.
To see them whole, to understand,
The depth of pain, the outstretched hand.
Bla blabla, the slogans ring,
But what about the suffering they bring?
Empty words without the deeds,
Won’t heal the wounds, won’t meet the needs.
This is USA and Canada, wow holala,
Rich lands of hope, where freedoms draw. Yet
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