Left over vegetables,
meat, close to date;
day old bread,
dressings, second rate.
Some rotten fruit,
some beat up sweets,
this is your idea
of feeding people on the street?
Maybe if your charities,
actually were getting funds,
instead of ANOTHER golf course
or a million gadget cellphones:
Maybe, if you just tried,
to keep the jobs here, see?
Maybe I'd believe your church,
or take your faith seriously.
As for me? I'll be silent,
remain in my firesides.
I'll seek my justice with God
and to keep my own tides.
I'll look for the best in man,
the noble, the Godly too.
I'll pay attention to hope,
and continue to ignore you.
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