We are the people who others look down at. We live on the streets, and beg for food, money anything to help us. People yell at us, spit at us, ask us why don't we get a job? The answer? We can't find one. It is often said that those who have many give none, and those that have a few, give lots, and what I say is true. Another one of us will share food with all, whereas a rich person won't even stoop to put a five dollar bill in the tin can. And people ask how we end up here. Lot's of us, are soldiers, who had served the country. The country can't begin to serve and help them though, they now lie on the streets in cardboard boxes and wish for better times, and food, and family and laughter, instead of this desolate life. But all of us, we all have our pride. We would rather work for food then beg. But look at us. This is what we have become. In this beautiful, yet cruel, cruel world.