When in poverty wallows the multitude
One of sharing should be our attitude
But do not ever count it as our magnitude
For each one is heir to God’s plenitude
Do not hoard wealth more than we need
Or merely to satisfy our enormous greed
From our abundance, when the poor we feed
From the clutches of selfishness we’ll be freed
When many around us wail in gloom
And perish under poverty’s inescapable doom
We are bound to share to help them bloom
Or else God the giver of riches, in anger will fume
Leave a Reply