A Christmas day, a lost day, a sad day for some. Some wake to find nothing worth crying over. the same old day, nothing new, no change to be had. When they look around they face down and all they see is ground. The place they live can not be called a home for their walls are made of cardboard. We wake in are beds and homes filled with warmth. We look upon are gifts that show someones love. Unlike us they look around and emptiness fills their souls. They feel like nothing will ever change. So much hatred built up inside of the people passing by, spitting their opinions. They are treated like creatures of the zoo, forced into their dark cages, with not enough food to survive. This is why there is all the crime, you send a creature to do time in confinement and expect them to still get by. Freedom closed its door on them and will not let them in. Riots will happen, destruction will occur, casualties will tally up as if it were a game. Fame doesnt exist. Race wont matter. This world could be at peace but we only want to defeat and make them retreat to.
