Unto The Least Of These

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Unto The Least Of These

Status: Finished

Unto The Least Of These

Poem by: flowing pencil

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Genre: Poetry

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At any time everyone of us are in danger of losing it all. Whether it be money... home.. status.. health etc etc.. putting us all into the space so many turn away from. AS if his/her or their own fault. Jeer the soul with his/her bottle begging.. or sticking a needle in his/her arm.. children with lost/frightened looks on their faces.. very close to becoming those with vacant eyes. You judge.. don't say you don't... BUT consider this.. He she who is now on the street begging .. using any form of relief to ease the soul or mind.. is there because he or she fought for you.. and yours.. SAW.. and experience such horror of body parts flying.. blood splattering and also to know he/she had also deemed that the fate of many others on the side of the "enemy" So horrid there is NO reality in their lives anymore as they live in pictures playing out in their minds. AT any time .. it could be you. Yes you.. or a loved one.
 
 

Content Summary

At any time everyone of us are in danger of losing it all. Whether it be money... home.. status.. health etc etc.. putting us all into the space so many turn away from. AS if his/her or their own fault. Jeer the soul with his/her bottle begging.. or sticking a needle in his/her arm.. children with lost/frightened looks on their faces.. very close to becoming those with vacant eyes. You judge.. don't say you don't... BUT consider this.. He she who is now on the street begging .. using any form of relief to ease the soul or mind.. is there because he or she fought for you.. and yours.. SAW.. and experience such horror of body parts flying.. blood splattering and also to know he/she had also deemed that the fate of many others on the side of the "enemy" So horrid there is NO reality in their lives anymore as they live in pictures playing out in their minds. AT any time .. it could be you. Yes you.. or a loved one.

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Submitted: November 20, 2016

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'Unto The Least Of These"

 

Day awakens ... but not the sun

Darkness rages ... darkness won

Children rise on weakened legs

Play in rubble while mother begs

 

Rich man shrugs ... such a shame

Don't look at me ... they are to blame

I rose on monies earned or borrowed

Have no time for beggars sorrowed

 

"Hey little girl in your tattered dress

 Get an education like teachers stress"

"I would mister rich man ... I surely would

If I had some hope sir ... I think I could"

 

Excuses made ... echoes all the same

Jealous of all with riches and fame

Echoed message whispers upon the breeze

"Whatsoever you do unto the least of these

You do unto me"

 

 


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