by Izzy
Tue Oct 24th, 2006 at 02:03:16 PM EST

More news from my hometown in the richest nation on earth.
LOS ANGELES - The early morning light reveals a no loitering sign and a half-dozen people sleeping beneath it in tents on the Skid Row sidewalk.
A few bony men scatter as a police cruiser rolls up. But Glenda Caldwell isn't stirring from beneath her filthy blankets, sprawled beside a shopping cart filled with crumpled cans and paper.
"Where do you want me to pack up and go? To hell?"
It's difficult to convey my feelings when I read yet another article about criminalizing the poor. I get tired of arguing. Tired of hearing about "those people." Tired of hearing how the system is basically fine or that Los Angeles, somehow, isn't really America, even though this is happening in all over the country.
Yet I feel compelled to comment, even while words fail me. Perhaps the eyes and ears work better than the brain as a path to the heart, so here's a song and some pictures.
Heaven, is this heaven?
Heaven, is this heaven?
Heaven, is this heaven where we are?


See them walking,
if you dare ,
if you call that walking.
Stumble, stagger,
fall and drag themselves
along the streets of heaven.

Where is the blessed table
to feed all who hunger on earth,
welcomed and seated
each one joyfully served?

Where is the halo
that should glow 'round your face?
And where are the wings that
should grow from your shoulder blades show them to me


These sobering sights I've seen
in the City of Angels
have all been one rude awakening
that was due to me in this city of fallen angels.