We sit in our best,
Comfy, middle class
Houses. Some of us
Reside in mansions.
And when we see the
Poverty of the
World, we feel guilty.
But why should this be?
It’s not our fault that
Some African child
Will die from typhoid.
But we zip around
In multi-thousand
Dollar and maybe
Million-dollar cars.
Why have we not stripped
Off all of our clothes?
Why haven’t we yet
Sold our homes and our
Vehicles to aid
The poor? The answer
Is “Who cares?” And what
Reason is there to
Give a care about
The poor or less than
Well off when our own
Economy is
A circus of clowns:
Where the court jesters
Siphon funds from the
Rich and give as alms
To the poor, as well?
It’s vicious and cruel.
Private charity
Boosts some but freeing
Up the market, with
The end of all State
Licenses, laws that
Cover minimum
Wages, and drug laws
Would cause the poor to
Reach for the next rung.
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