Life's uncertain cancerous pest
throws confusion to proud flesh.
Yet all... will one day
crave brotherhoods' charity.
Our conformist attitudes
rejecting the poor in spirit.
Beneath contempt
self righteous go about
Sunday dinners, family outings.
Never lending thought
for the beggar of carnality
asking only a meal.
Youth in prostitution
needed only to be told of love.
The addict dying
from brokenness,
noses cracked
while yours is cleanly in the air.
Send your best regards
and toss a dime.
For dare you speak
empathy~
upon their battered souls.
Yet all...will one day
crave brotherhoods' charity.











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