Gene Moutoux's Poetry

Relativity

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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