A Question Of Indifference Poem by Richard Theze

A Question Of Indifference



Whose are these, that beg,
Unwashed, unshod, unwanted,
On the footbridges of this city?
They are Poverty’s children.
It is their lot,
Their destiny.
We, who have so much,
Look on,
Like them,
Accept their fate.

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Richard Theze

Richard Theze

Bicester, Oxfordshire
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