Daniel Human Poet Rhyme

Impoverished Nations

For many generations
Impoverished nations
Gather around
On dusty ground
To wait and lament
On a vain life spent

Scrounging for food
And praying for good
But feeling left
Bereaved and bereft
They fuss and they fret
For they feel they don’t get

But looking around
On sun hallowed ground
They could see the wheat
Of heavenly meat
Lying in piles
For miles upon miles

But they look at their noses
In religious poses
Missing the sight
Of a loving God’s might

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