Woe To Give With Interest Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Who wishes to refuse it wanted,
An exchange to have better health...
For wealth to get.
While oxygen to breathe it offered,
They find difficult to reach...
With their weakened fingertips.
Aching yet refusing,
Available and immediate assistance.

Who is it that lays,
Quarantined in a hospital bed.
Is heard requesting,
Instead of pain numbing medication...
They prefer to know,
How the stock market is doing.

Although...
Nothing they have invested,
Had they ever done before.
But more is their interest kept,
In the hope the elite...
Are released from the stress,
That they may be enduring.
In times that find themselves,
Going through the anguish...
Of such mental, physical.
And emotional heartbreaking distress.

Who is it that gives,
A woe like this they can not let go.
To believe their suffering.
And unrelenting pain.
Will gain for them one benefit.
If those rich and politically connected,
Had less money in their pockets.
Yet could buy oxygen flavored.
With it delivered to their mansions,
Anytime they decided...
Natural air to breathe,
Was too common a thing and beneath them.