Hating The Poor Poem by Randy McClave

Why do you hate me, why do you hate the poor,
Do you wish for me to die, and then fall upon the floor.

Do you wish for my children to suffer and them also to die,
Please tell me why do you hate the poor, I just need to ask you why.

Is it because I have no money and also because you are rich,
Or is it because you have been luckier than me, as I fell into a ditch.

Or is it because I want to survive and I will do my best to live,
Or is it because you just hate me, and you do not want to give.

Have I ever done anything to hurt you, or cause you any pain,
Have I been your Able, and you are my Cain.

I too pray to GOD, and I pray for yours and everyone’s soul,
I also pray for a job and help, so I don't need help to fill my bowl.

If you were poor and needy I would help you the best that I could,
I would clothe you and talk to you, and I would even give you food.

But then you don’t care about me, you call me names and even worse,
But, remember what the Bible says, “he who hides his eye will get many a curse”.

You I will never hate, even if I am sick or dying alone and hungry,
But, I need to ask you this, why do you hate the poor and also me.