The rough sleeper sits by his sign on the street,
and the people passing by turn their eyes away.
He is invisible, alone on a crowded cityscape.
He is the one we choose not to see,
He is our reminder of inequality, our reminder that
life is not fair.
He is untitled.
But he is not untitled.
He has many titles.
He is called a son,
He is called a brother,
He is called a father,
He is called a friend,
He is called known,
He is called love,
He is called valued,
He is called human.
Just being human entitles you to respect.
He is entitled to respect.
He is entitled to be valued
He is entitled to be heard,
He is entitled to be cared for.
He is entitled to a title.
by George Mulligan
George Mulligan is an Otautahi Poet and keen reader at Mad Poets and Creatives Collective.
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