The beggars are hungry,
Rummaging and savaging all day with sorrow,
Hoping though starving for a better tomorrow,
Hunger is angry and devious and strong,
The drum in their stomachs, their endless sad song,
It starts coming quickly but tails on for long,
These children, these people,
Born into this curse,
Would look down on our complaints,
For they have seen worse,
The help that they need, we cannot provide,
Instead of giving them care, we continue to hide,
Hide sympathy, hide courage, bundled in our pride,
In our life, in our luxuries,
But is God on our side?
He sees them, protects them and wants them to thrive,
But they struggle everyday just to survive,
Do not be surprised if they're in heaven first,
And we're outside the gate dying of thirst,
Not thirst for water, but thirst for rebirth,
A chance to redeem from our invisible sins,
As we walk right past their cans and tins,
Passing but putting nothing in,
They mustn't hold signs for us to see,
That they need much help from you and me,
It can all be seen in the glint of that hunger,
the glint of that fear that the sun will come up,
But their time will have ended here.
q.v
STAI LEGGENDO
Revelations
CasualeThis is not a bible chapter. This is not a contradiction. This is simply a book of poems revealing the obvious truth to those who fear to encounter it. I will "reveal" them to you. Disclaimer There is no specific theme. They may be about love, los...
