Deep within the walls of the city,
the cluttered buildings
breathing like red brick animals
tall and heavy eyed,
making the lonely tremble,
the weak, the unloved,
the broken families, the fatherless sons
and daughters,
the disheveled children
with heart breaking eyes,
like the moon
pulling at our emotions,
huddled in filthy hallways
just out of sight,
wishing they had a friend
who was strong enough,
and big enough,
who loved them enough
to get out of bed
to dress
and take them out for breakfast
over behind Rick's greasy spoon,
or maybe the food bank, if they have food
or at the dumpster
behind Shaky Paul's Pizzeria
where I once watched as a mother
lifted her 6 year old daughter
into it in search of aluminum cans,
it's a terrible thing,
the hallow voice of hunger.
This is why I collect aluminum cans at the conveyance stores in our neighborhood and give the proceeds to our local food bank. I think we can all do something, it's more than pointing at the rich and asking if they have paid their fair share when we could just as well be pointing in the mirror in the good light of morning and asking if we have paid our fair share. Do we? God never put this burden on the rich, or on government, or on those with good high paying jobs, and He never put this on our neighbors either…He said love thy neighbor as thy self…So we love as best we can.
It's something everyone can do.
uTAH jAY