Poverty exists because of you and me
If only from God's eyes we could see,
From God's eyes he even sheds a tear
From the starving people that are here.
Yes! God could feed the poor and the hungry
In every state and also in every country,
But, God gave man his own free will
So, he could help his starving brothers with a meal.
He hath filled the hungry with good things
And unto them the Angels watches and sings,
And then when comes the poor man's day
The rich he hath sent empty and away.
We have people who are starving
We have people who upon a steak who are carving,
And those two people are both brothers
But, with different fathers and mothers.
It's not because we cannot feed the poor
Or because they need or want more,
It's all because of an uncaring and unfathomable itch
It's because, we cannot satisfy the rich.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem