Being Accountable Poem by Randy McClave

I fed the poor
Until they were hungry no more,
I happily gave them food to eat
Which of course was my joyous treat.
They ate until their belly was full
They followed the golden rule,
And they were so very happy to be fed
Then to me other hungry people were led.
I then gave them each a dollar bill
They didn't think at first that it was real,
They weren't expected to be treated kind
But, all souls are intertwined.
They didn't ask for another dollar or for food
They put me in a thankful and a happy mood,
Then I gave the poor man a Bible
I said unto God I was liable.

I gave a rich man a piece of bread
He screamed saying that he wanted a bagel instead,
So, he threw the piece of bread on the ground
He then looked at it, as he does the poor; down.
I then asked that rich man for a dollar
He then began to scream and then to holler,
Inside his wallet another bill he couldn't stuff
Then he told me that he wasn't rich enough.
He told me that he wanted to get richer and fatter
He wants to daily eat lobster off of a golden platter,
And he doesn't care if the next person starves
Or if they freeze to death because they can't afford scarves.
If it wasn't for tax write-offs he said he wouldn't help anyone
He is a king and a poor person is just a sacrificial pawn,
And then I gave the rich man a Bible
Then I said unto him, unto God you are libel.

Randy L. McClave