Pharisee

Pharisee, pharisee, you come again My night of hope screams for crumbs to eat, I’m just a boy needing a few coins Offering old tin cup to rich men on the lane. Cold my body wrapped like soiled paper, trash Echoing my plea for mercy or grace Yet, I’m bypassed like a rag, a nameless tag. While you laugh at my dingy fate, mocking A young life’s poverty… I bellow of angst Instead of helping me learn in school, Your trace of arrogance maims my bones, Do you know how hard it is to sleep in the rain? Pharisee, pharisee… one day, you just might Take my place, and hear not the echo Of kindness reverberating from heaven's call.