WHERE IS MY OUTSTRETCHED SHEET

.. My heart is breaking
where is my outstretched sheet
held by police officers and firefighters?
Why is it that those who have had a harder life than me get more help?
Is not my suffering just as real?
Or is my suffering just imaginary since I've had a good life?

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I walk through parks
and have the luxury of watching leaves fall
without having to worry about having food to eat when I get home,
but does that really make my life less empty?