Charity Poem by Leandra Gebrakedan

Here is my words previously about charity
Included in my poem do not mistake my compassion for weakness
I wanted to expand on it for clarity
And completeness

For those of us, who work within the charity field
With rules and regulations, that constrains and will not yield

It will be easy to say hey, I'm trying, at least
In a world that is a contrast of famine and feast

I can hold my held up high
No I can't and here is why

While I have to turn away vulnerable people, genuinely in times of trouble
Send them away to struggle

As a system is in place, that can only help for a limited time
Turn them away, I must, the choice is not mine

Imagine those in need a vast, as a large lake being poured through a sieve and contained in bowl, if you will
Pouring and pouring, until the contents spill

Those who don't meet the criteria don't pass through the sieve
Need to take their begging bowl elsewhere in order to live

Those who were in the first of the queue, have now been moved on
Some still left with their same problem, is this right or wrong?
They have to make way for the others, who sing the same song

Get a bigger bowl, I hear you cry, but funding is allocated to soooo many different philanthropies
The problem is that the third sector is left fixing a problem of broken societies
Where millionaires avoid taxes and put on pedestals, an elite one percent rule over the ninety