Is this what life is?
Only the known ones
Only the pure ones
Can make it anywhere
Only the divine ones
Only the heavenly beings
Are carried on feathery wings
To the heights of riches
All of the poor ones
All of the needy ones
Are left on the corner
Holding their signs
"Please. I need food!"
"Out of work. Hungry!"
"Need food. Will work."
The divine ones
Would stop
And gawk
And move on
And they leave me
Here
With my sign
"Lost. Need friends."