Charity

CHARITY Oh! Charity An entity to behold I glare with compassion My virtue of generosity. Chaste is my goodwill. Woe! be tide those squanders Oh! The tears of the orphans! Why shy away from them? Could you not wear the same shoe someday? As people suffer, I am sickened As the beggars beg, Who am I to stop my tears? As the children Starve My heart aches. Where is thy compassion you men of little faith? In totality Comfort is what I bring My naked kindness is what I offer The flow of poverty I would obstruct My advantage you can take, Oh you disadvantaged one; Nature would testify I am your helping hand Part of Gods light Dry Your Tears For I am CHARITY And I am not FOR SALE.