Rich Man Vs Poor Man

The poor man on the street With threadbare dress and blistered feet 'Tis his slogan, he howls, "I feel hungry, my stomach growls." The rich man sits to eat With silken dress and stockinged feet Tells after his plateful, "I'm not hungry, my stomach's full." The poor man sits and begs For some leftover food and dregs In his poor broken bowls, "I feel hungry, my stomach growls." The rich man's enjoying, He's had his three course meal full swing, Says, "I've had plentiful, I'm not hungry, my stomach's full." He'll never understand (He's not hungry, his stomach's crammed) Why that poor weak man yowls, "I feel hungry, my stomach growls." --------------- 19.11.16
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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November 23, 2016 at 10:09 AM
At a most apropos time, when most of us will be overly-feasting and stuffing our faces to the gills, this really hits home Jo.
Kannan Avatar
November 22, 2016 at 3:54 AM
A very deep poem...Sad but thought provoking... Need to find the right way to end poverty and hunger ...well said
Green Avatar
November 21, 2016 at 9:17 AM
Your poem is wonderfully written but so sad in its message as well as so true. If only those more fortunate would consider those less fortunate once in a while things might be better all around. Really nicely done Jo.
Dietrich Avatar
November 20, 2016 at 9:02 PM
yes, he will never understand, and I will never understand my country and how it supports policies that tax the poor and take taxes OFF the rich. OH MY. Sorry, I should not wax political on here. I enjoyed this one a lot.
Muideen Avatar
November 20, 2016 at 7:12 PM
You have penned a great poem, my friend. I hope your gem could reach the rich so that they know some are in extreme poverty. they need help. Excellent...............A.M.
Onclaud Avatar
November 20, 2016 at 3:19 PM
the craving for materialism can never be satisfied... a signicant write, jo..huggs
Andresen Avatar
November 20, 2016 at 2:24 PM
- Painful differences between rich and poor, great written Jo - So true your words at the last verse (7) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Turner Avatar
November 20, 2016 at 9:11 AM
Blessed are the merciful for they will shown mercy:)
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