Iciness Of Humanity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Intense and intrepid rhythms flowing tenderly and gently
into this mind, delving into the spiritual side of my soul.

Watching as every particle and fiber comes to rest on the
laurels of tomorrow, nothing to be seen or shown, until God
allows it to be so.

Chilled by the iciness of humanity, feeling selfishness of
others as they walk past those in need, helpless, cold, sick,
nothing to eat, begging for crumbs of others on the street.

Perhaps a coin or two to get something to eat along the dirty
streets they travel down and sleep upon into the cold nights,
tired and hungry, no God to come and serve them now.

Footsteps falling, whispers of voices stuck in the poverty
of this earth with no way to capture any of the wealth of
the few.