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