"On one level, as so much twitter outrage has pointed out, these spikes symbolise the transformation of the homeless into a form of vermin. But their artistic resonance goes further than that. These spikes beautifully encapsulate the essential concerns of a society that has abandoned any pretence of social justice, fairness and equality, even to the point of refusing to ensure what ought to be the essential component of any civilised society - a home for all its citizens."
DON’T ask me how I'm doing Don't ask if I’m okay Don't say they're in a better place, as you won't like what I say NO .. Time is not a healer and this was NOT Gods will, If He knew how much I’ve really lost, they would be right here still. I WON’T try to be positive And this wasn't for the best My hearts in broken pieces And it hurts deep in my chest. Don't say, at least they're out of pain Well I'm not, and MAY NEVER be. Their pain is gone, but mines still here It's been passed on to me…
Wonder why children are abandoned? Why there are no adults above 30 roaming the streets? They are born in the two-dimensional world, and swallowed into the three-dimension at the right age. And their child is taken back to the home dimension.
~"Somewhere tonight, on a winding road, is an empty heart with a heavy load, looking for a way to a better life. Let YOUR LOVE REACH OUT somewhere tonight." If you were this person, won't you hope and pray that someone helps you? Let's open our hearts to them.