Poverty

John 12:7-8 New English Translation (NET Bible)

7 So Jesus said, “Leave her alone. She has kept it for the day of my burial. 8 For you will always have the poor with you, but you will not always have me!”

 

Born in poverty and all, I see

are things I will never have

Mom seems always in great need

as Dad makes little for all to share

 

The leaders of my destined lot

build palaces just for their own

They even buy their own parking lots

at the expense of the poor old clones

 

They dress and eat the best of all

representing the poor and needy

They are the cream after all

and have the right to be greedy

 

They holler and scream for me to have more

but they never gave me a cent

They seem to be rotten to the core

as I just live in a simple tent

 

“A respecter of persons”, I can’t be

Whatever I learn is from the street

“Survival of the fittest”, I can see

As the leadership measures my defeat

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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