Pity and Purge


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

It's largely a shame

That the ones who have what is needed

Just don't like to share.


Those who have the needs, on the other hand,

Cannot receive, though they often,

Out of compassion, do give what they can.


There is no shame to be found

Nor no pity either

When you get to the higher levels


So at least we can say

The poor are richer in spirit

In compassion in love and human quality

They love human equality


Together perhaps

We the poor might be

Equal to them


Do the math

Tread the path

The swamp is overflowing

The taint is corroding flint and blood


I think it's time for cleaning


What are you worried about,

Dung Treacle?

It's a minor revision


one tenth of one percent


and we will never miss you


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Hahahaha, there's a message in there.. :) And so much truth, too.

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