Begging Bowl

Shanties of pain, children of lesser God hungry and homeless, our naked feet trod Propitious nights, desperate and sleazy in ugly darkness , sleep comes so easy. On silken dust, hard pillows under a bridge extra slice of bread,... some more porridge. Alliteration of plight, poor pain of poverty a picture perfect, in poems of prosperity Models parade ghettos, bones of pale skin Gross Domestic Products, we end and begin. Fat bank accounts, talk of weak misery line over barbecue dinner, toasting health in wine. From pots of kindness, your charities flaunt beg two meals a day, you think is all we want. You push each other, upgrade in fancy cars, we stay put in boxes, sinking dome of stars. A child of lesser God, hopes higher totem pole, sparkling silver spoon on golden glittering bowl. 14th April 2020 Sponsor craig cornish Contest Name Children of a Lesser God