And the starving display their carnage
Through the suffocating stream of my weeping.
I stroke their brow.
They do not stir like a nourished child.
A cherub, weary of truth,
Sits by the side of the road, “Will work miracles for food”
Reads the sign in her tiny hands. Passersby roll their eyes,
“Another homeless and hungry- Get a damned job!”
(Another callous human- Get a damned heart!)
The road and alley and home are too filled with theSource: Peace, Social Justice and Truth for RSS Feed
No comments:
Post a Comment