Gene Moutoux's Poetry
A neophyte dabbler in social concerns,
I find myself wondering why
The rich do not mollify povertyís pain
From their treasures that reach to the sky.
But I, too, a teacher, am rich in the eyes
Of the billions in poverty's snare.
Why donít I give more? Ah, there is the rub,
For to them Iím a rich millionaire.
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