What is life without a shelter?  Does anybody Know?

What would it be like to live without a shelter? The thought is enough to dissolve anybody into tears. Tempt God to curse that happening to one, especially, when the heavens shed its tears and lightening fills one's space with fear as one seeks protection in a packing crate on the streets of a major city.  Not a deadly sin by any means but sleeping rough on the pavement of misfortune and begging to buy food to avoid fainting for lack of nourishment is by one's own importune suit of imagination a disturbing and fulsome thought of a quite course in anybody's mind. Hell's bells and buckets of blood often helping the old bill with their inquires for being homeless could mean having no rights, no money, no security and no future since laws are often designed to belittle people for being unconventional simply because of their race, sex, inclinations and way of life. One could not imagine one's life without having a proper home to live in or hardly any money to buy things and bear the ill-luck of life and the consequences of it without a fight. Precious villain let him not pass as one stands like a greyhound in the slips waiting to run at the sight of the mechanical hare as a police car parks near by broadcasting loudly the fact that what one gets out of life depends very much on what one puts into it while inforcing the law of the land as they see it fit.  From the outside it is easy to say anything with a pretence of good to conceal reproach but those words shake no one as they are a mean to invest themselves in hypocrisy and sinful wrongdoing.  What does society know?  What do they know? What the hell do  they care? For they walk the streets enjoying fur and feathers of a good life while doing their best in order to eclipse the gaiety of those who seek the harmless pleasure of life.  Indeed. it is not an even steven sort of life world-wide since the have not are never invited to have a good crack of the whip which the have more seem to have as a legitimate right. However, begging on the streets, living an unconventional life, hoping people feeling sorry for one's plight, would give one enough to get one by and through the day while praying heaven would bring one on the way a little luck, are not often things that heaven would condone. That doesn't sound so good now as there are people who are still sleeping rough on the streets, perchance, in an empty building or on a park bench as beggars cannot be choosers. Nevertheless, it is not healthy state to be a homeless as there is always danger about for there is no door to close to keep one safe from intruders and temptation to experiment with drugs and the path of prostitution which are always unconsciously hanging about painting and attracting indecent demeanour and lecherous beasts respectively. Indeed, what lies ahead of a homeless person is very predictable.

P. Figueras

“Hypocrisy is at the heart of our national character - without the oil of hypocrisy, the machinery of convention would simply explode.”

Boris Johnson

The Mayor of London