Do they have dreams, goals or aspirations?
Do they see themselves as they are, as they used to be, as they want to be?
I see him rummaging through the trash for a used half-eaten sandwich.
How unhuman I see them because I see them as a stripped down version of a mammal scrounging to meet their basest need.
I thought I truly cared about it, I mean “him”.
Do I see him as a man who was made in the image of God as I believe I am.
Why do I see him any less than me?
Does he dream, imagine, wonder or ponder?
Or is he just trying to eat a half turkey on rye from the dumpster?
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