They'll give us bread
'Cause we've got to be fed,
And they say we need shoes on our feet.
They'll give us a prayer
And a hard-backed chair
To sit in at the store front mission,
But true charity is pure fiction,
We pay for our own addictions.
Whatever the path we've traveled
We've arrived here completely unraveled,
Confused like souls lost in a maze,
So unsure of our step,
So caught in the grip
Of whatever brought on this affliction.
But true charity is pure fiction,
We pay for our own addictions.
They'll give us a drink,
Pull us back from the brink,
And say they've done their Christian duty.
But nothing comes free,
It's attached with a fee,
A toll on this road to perdition.
Yes, true charity is pure fiction,
'Cause we pay for our own addictions.
Author notes
anything to inspire 'I can't shake this little feeling"
A contest entry
- Inspire Me by shelly webster.
2000 points, ended August 6, 2008, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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a very forthright write ... images are very stark and tight which goes well with the theme. thanks.
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The second stanza was definately my favorite. The first three lines of that one really got me. We really do pay for our own addictions, whichever path we chose to take.. You'll end up finding yourself lost in a sort of fog. I also like how you reiterated those two lines at the end of each stanza. Neat style, it almost bounced right along! Even though it had a more somber feel rather than bouncy.
I think I would have liked some more detail about what true charity may be, or is perceived as, but I really liked this.
Thanks for entering.
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Ouch! A sharp exposition of life on the downside.
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I like the honesty of this piece. I feel the strong contradictions when it comes right down to charitable works, and it shows. You really nailed the subject down to a point and it refuses to leave the mind.
Great job hun!
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I got to thinking for some reason about true charity coming from the heart. Missions are great as far as they go ... but most just do holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas. People need to eat on other days too. The homeless break my heart ... this country is so rich. That space ship taking people up for 5 or 10 minutes at $200,000. a whack ... already has 200 people signed up. Why can't they spend their money on something worthwhile?
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A toll on this road to perdition.Yes, true charity is pure fiction,'Cause we pay for our own addictions.
wow brilliant poem your words speak volumes of inner truth good luck in the contest
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Wow... what a creative take and a wonderful poem... I love the way you took the prompt and integrated both social and personal messages into this... Well done!
Ken
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