559 (28.12.2015)

We have the widow's mite and then we see
The rich who give a pittance of their wealth,
And then we have the likes of you and me,
Who give a little when we cleanse ourself.
There is a message no one wants to hear,
About the facts of giving of ourselves,
How charity begins and why it's near,
And all the rows of greedy giving elves.
We give and give and then we give some more,
And still the world is bathed in vicious need
And all around we see the rich and poor
Competing for what's never guaranteed.
And so the world revolves around its space,
For every member of the human race.

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