Rich in Heart, Poor in Spirit

As a waft of air consumes a beggar.
Emptiness consumes the proud of wealth.

 As cold pinches the skin of the homeless.
Coldness pinches the soul of the elite.

As sleep eludes the misfortunate. 
Dreams elude those of the fortunate. 

Who do you think you are?
Sitting on your lavish thrones.
Looking down on the weary.
Who do you think we are?

Survival consumes the thoughts of a beggar.
Comforts consume the thoughts of the proud of wealth.

Hunger pinches the stomach of the homeless.
Listlessness pinches the heart of the elite.

Hope eludes the reach of the misfortunate.
Concern eludes the reach of the fortunate.

Who do you think you are?
Perched in your guarded fortresses.
Scoffing at the unfortunate.
Who do you think we are?

Change is given to the beggar.
Food and raiment to the homeless.
Faith and hope given to the misfortunate.

Wealth is taken from the proud.
Hunger pinches the stomach of the elite.
While the hearts of the fortunate are tested.

Who do you think you are?
Lowered by greed and gain.
A rock now your pillow.
Now, who do you think we are?




Copyright 2013 Lauren Hall ©