This song is exceptionally brilliant in all respects. I can't praise it enough.
A lot of my best songs from the 70s (my 20s) were freeform poetry like this one, but I can't reproduce the music using BiaB and even if I could spend hours recording just my vocals and guitar accompaniment at home where making any loud sound is virtually impossible I can't see how I could incorporate BiaB. But this song makes me really want to.
Re the theme, if we lived in real democracies - governments FOR the people and BY humans of love and compassion instead of by servants of the banks and corporations for the banks and corporations - there'd never ever be any homelessness. Most people think of fascism as being outright dictatorship, but I recently read that Mussolini, who coined the term, defined it as "the marriage of the corporate with the state". I can't be certain that's true - you wouldn't find it on Wikipedia anyway - but it's what we've got.

Here's a poem I wrote in 2009, actually thematically atypical for me (it's published in one of my poetry books):
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The Lost Ones
Somewhere tonight ...
This day ...
This moment
So many are dying
From simple starvation
When in truth they need not
While others die obese
For we live in a loveless man-made world.

Somewhere tonight ...
This day ...
This moment
Many persons are being burgled
While others are robbed openly, or kidnapped
And others are beaten and murdered.
Homo sapiens - 'man the wise' - the species
Of both guilty and innocent.

Somewhere tonight ...
This day ...
This moment
A woman is being raped in the USA
And many more the loveless world over
While children are being abused:
Some beaten, some raped, some murdered as unwanted
While somewhere another is recruited to fight a war
And is coerced to execute adults and to rape
Or is recruited only to sexually service rapists
And at this moment
Yet another is sold and enslaved.

Somewhere tonight ...
This day ...
This moment
A person is being tortured
By the command of a despotic government
While another is being tortured in a land where
Free 'man the wise' elects hi/r own dictators.

Somewhere tonight ...
This day ...
This moment
Both children and adults are dying
From diseases cultured by others of their own species
'Man the wise'
In the name of profit, free enterprise and national security
While many others are dying from inadequately tested cures
For both natural and cultured viruses
Some cures paid for
Some malevolently given free
As it saves the pharmaceutical manufacturers
Testing time and therefore
Millions of dollars.

Somewhere tonight ...
This day ...
This moment
Another human dies
Treading on a land mine
Or unexploded cluster bomb
While many more innocents are killed in wars
By lethal arms
Sold for lucrative profit by the dealers of which
The five permanent member states
Of the UN Security Council
Are the most
Successful.

Somewhere tonight ...
This day ...
This moment
Another innocent person goes to prison
Or execution
Either due to incompetent courtrooms
Or framed
By police, prosecutors, or governments
Or some without even trial.

Somewhere tonight ...
This day ...
This moment
Yet another innocent human vanishes
And joins all those who are called "the disappeared"
'Vaporised' by governments who fear their feeble words
Or just thoughts.

Somewhere tonight ...
This day ...
This moment
Many find they cannot forgive
The Lost Ones
Who perpetrate these crimes.
© 2009

Some favourite Waoist Adages:
#1: Play on the Way.
#13: Ask not for whom the flower blooms, it blooms for you.
#58: Bring consciousness to it.
#63: On the road to effortlessness, effort must be made.
#92: Be Love Now, the rest will come on its own.