Food for the poor

Glut and greed
Jived awkwardly,
The hungry band could only
Play two beats to the bar

Deceit and deception
Ran the marathon
Without competition
The weak could not walk

Wanton and wickedness
Sparred in the boxing ring,
Butterflies and bees were there
Others could not afford a ticket

Deceit and deception
Discussed honor,
Neither understood
Ethics were owned by the poor

Wealth and wickedness
Soured themselves,
Fluid antacids were drunk
From golden table-spoons

The helpless and the hungry
Will they survive?
Or will their death prove that
Hope does not spring eternal?

Dolan Fernandes
June 2008