Victim Brutality

VICTIM BRUTALITY…

The calm before the storm. Blindsided by the unpredictability of life and falling victim to the devastating impact of the unhoused epidemic and its crippling effects does not discriminate, one unforeseen circumstance is all it takes. Victims unaware of the imminent danger of street life where predators lurk in the dark shadows of oppressive gloom lying in wait for their next victim to consume. The oppressed haunted and stalked by the powerful storms of life trying to formulate a suitable course of action on how to avoid victimization and strategize a plan for survival. The unhoused tragedy is a very tumultuous and difficult road to navigate living in a parasitic, devoid environment where predators are full of hate, vying for a position to steal, kill, rob and take. Living on the dangerous streets of poverty, neglect and circumstance is the stuff nightmares are made of.

Many unfortunate souls are forged in silence and shaped by need and hunger. For others, faith and hope are their only currency. The silence of poverty sometimes spoke louder than the hunger. The mask of quiet can be louder than anything, the loneliness, REVERENT SILENCE. The cost of faith and hope was a luxury most could not afford when survival of the fittest, like a double-edged sword was a matter of life and death. No voice, no matter how poor, should ever go unheard. Poverty cannot silence PURPOSE. Those that make it through built everything from faith and from the emblem of endurance. Hunger was starving them yet their faith was feeding them. All humans want to be treated as fellow human beings with inclusion of shared humanity and dignity. Longing for a place to belong. Losing it all in the wreckage of homelessness and despair, knowing the roar of an empty stomach and the unbearable exclusion of isolation like forced air. Seeking refuge from the echoes of unplanned circumstance. Victim of circumstance is a thief that takes without warning. There are pains and experiences the human heart was never meant to feel wounds so deep that echo for a lifetime.

Many of the poor and unhoused are faced with danger every day as they suffer with severe food and sleep deprivation, debilitating mental and physical challenges, chronic physical wounds festering from neglect or from an abusive knife attack, life-threatening critical diseases, deafening sounds of loneliness, the recluse spirit absent from a human connect labeled by society as a social reject. Experiencing episodes of gut-wrenching pangs of desperation, wrestling with the pains of addiction, environmental exposure to all extremes, violent rape echoed by phantom screams and murder, the unthinkable thing. Holding on to the inner voice that softly whispers whatever you do DON’T… LET… GO! The higher the climb, the thinner the air the journey gets harder when no one’s there…Life of deprivation and abject poverty accelerates lifespan mortality when surviving in an oppressive world of victim brutality. This is where the “diamonds in the rough” do their time locked in an invisible jail cell out of sight, out of mind. Now that’s the real crime!  -ArkCha’GivingHope.Org 

 

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