His name was Oz,

and this definitely wasn't Kansas

Sharpied words on his jacket

contorted as he strided across the street

to offer solace

"Comfort the disturbed and Disturb the comforted"

Filthy light shines on filthy sidewalks

They are the unimportant

"Sandwiches!" they preached

and so we followed

PB&J and paper bags

will lend their ears tonight

They speak to the disrespected

Who are they to stand a fighting

chance?

We are the blessed

You hand them your silver nickel

for the

next-big-thing

but we hand them

salvation

We offer up

substinance

We are the contribution of

hope

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