Sunday, October 21, 2007

Plight

Isn’t it sad?
In such gifted soil,
Some reduced to beggars,
And living in dire poverty?

Is that song?
By the lanky poor,
For joy or sorrow,
Is it for unity against poverty!

For they have never smiled.
Their fields are blobby and bleak.
For they know not what to swallow.
When tomorrow comes and goes.

2 comments:

Don said...

Key word: such gifted soil

I feel you. No one should live in poverty in such a plentiful world. They can, and will, never smile in such contradiction.

I didn't know you had a poetry blog - I linked you. Think you have good stuff here.

God bless.

lindwee said...

we have resources but don't know how to use them.