- CHOICE.
-
I have seen the wretched and the poor.
walked
with them through gutter and sewer
as they
drag their torn rags and begging cup,
hoping
somewhere to rest, something to sup.
I have
spoken to ears that hear no cheer
and looked
into eyes that only know fear
listened
with guilt to their lingering pain
their
quest for dignity, comfort, all in vain.
Now ask
yourself my friend, if they had a voice
would this
dark world be their road of choice?
Would they
willing seek a doorway for a bed
or choose
the eiderdown with belly well fed?
Are they
some alien race preordained to doom
who must
live their torpid life in poverty's tomb?
Perhaps my
friends, our selfish thoughtless way
Has
brought them to where they are today.
