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
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
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