REALITY OF CHARITY
The world is full of desperate
And wounded people
Who hobble through life in pain/. Some die of hunger,
Some of loneliness and despair
In plain sight among us.
Their skeletons rattle the doors
Of our hallowed halls.
In our righteousness
And sterile, impotent love,
We condemn some from birth.
Some we never killed,
We let them live in misery
So we can toss them
A scrap or two now and then
When we need to be reminded
How good we are. By Robby Robinson
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