poverty

nairobi, mumbai, lagos,

cuidad neza, usa,

every part of the world

it don’t matter,

it’s all spatter,

so the heartless think

every country’s

got it,

greed politicians

dressed in armor,

dressed to kill

tho’ theirs is next to nothin’

for loving’s skill

takes from their brothers

what’s not theirs,

so’s they can hock their wares

an’ of the children

their hearts to tear

for earth’s great population,

the majority stares,

short on livin’

long on rations low

great tribulation is given

the earth is vast

filled with wonders

man so easily rips asunder,

leaves angels aghast

stupid ape man forgets his past

flowing rivers,

majestic blue

makes your tired eyes to skip

lapping up majestic hues,

wets the lips

makes the soul to quiver

clouds of cool

riding on the neck

of summer’s oppressive heat

giving shadow’s rest,

with friendly arctic winds,

born in lonely fjords,

from far away

sweet respite to few

sad,

for the hungry

it is their right to see

the beauty gone is wasted,

for those in squalor

such eyes will never see or feast

upon these things,

’cept for the teeming few

vast valleys of bounty ferns and moss,

makes my heart feel the dross,

for out of reach,

for those secluded ones,

my heavy, crying heart,

pouts tears that wish,

every man could touch

why, o why does it go on so?

while floods

and flows of humanity,

over the precipice goes?

why, o why,

tho’ the cure,

the dose is there,

the serpent still yearns to kill

on his murder path he goes

keeps his hosts deceived,

on human lives he takes his fill

so wish,

with one fell stroke,

i wish i could,

with roaring thunder,

tear his wicked heart asunder