The Unfortunates
How many lonely and despairing
Yearn for a little love, a splash of caring.
They learn to grasp,
How to survive, extremely fast.
They use their time to sit and ponder,
What lies ahead for them up yonder?
A half collapsed bridge, a hail storm,
Or a torn thin blanket!
Today their leader stole a trinket,
Bought two loaves, three tins of bully beef,
Does not care he’s become a thief.
So depressed they are, think not of fear
Would long to share a heartfelt tear,
How many times, labelled an outcast,
Lost all contact with family from the past.
Warmth, hope and love is all they need,
Why are the wealthy full of greed?
Can they not learn to share?
Would this not be fair?
Escaping from this earthly hell
These desperate humans
Their souls do sell,
For coke, ecstasy and weed,
Like a withered dying seed,
Becomes their desperate only need,
Might even kill, to this addiction feed!
A young boy’s empty look seems quite insane,
His tear streaked face weaves paths of pain,
So depressed, hungry and poor,
But God comes knocking at their door.
One of the wealthy greedy men,
Despised himself, he left his den,
Brought food, blankets and loads of money
Alleluia man, this will feed many a tummy!
Copyright © Jennifer Proxenos | Year Posted 2019
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