( This idea came to me while working in Oakland California, I watched the well to do walk around the never have been, and pretend they were not their. I also watched the promise of youth turn to crime, because the system they live in offered only distant hope.)
How may I help you
as pockets picked unseen,
Where may I direct you
then a mugging to a theme,
Do you need assistance
as a rape is curtailed,
And never a cop around
to help the evil to jail.
Have faith in your direction
being generous out of hand,
Never do deeds of good
for rewards in the promise land,
For your giving to others
is as much for you as them,
For the gift of kindness to others
are sure to gather friends.
But, there are those who take
stealing your goods and pride,
Ripping your courage from under you
so you'll fear to go outside,
They take all your Humanity
and grind it in the dirt,
Smiling in a degrading way
knowing they have made you hurt.
Remember there are those who love
and too those that hate,
But, what most don't realize
our time on Earth grows late;
For God resides within us
he lives each moment we do,
Giving each person their glory
for the love we give to you.
So Love the person that hurts you
for he is soaked in shame,
Cry not for yourself
But, for those who play evils game.