(37) Excuse Me, Sir

Excuse me, Sir;

Did you have to order
The most expensive food
That is on the menu.

When outside the window,
A hungry child looks in
Only dreaming of this.

You waste half the plate.
So it is thrown away,
But never a scrap for us.

Excuse me, Sir;

You buy for your own sake,
Not really needing it.
For it is left to be forgotten.

Never thinking what you could do,
Sparing for the needy with nothing.
One percent of your money is too much.

You do not believe in charity,
Millions wasted for your own good.
The rich always rob from the poor.

 

  copyright Chris Smith 2011

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

your poem speaks my own heart~ I am mortified by and astounded how one can justify spending 50 grand on a f***ing purse just cuz they can while down the street a child, a family, may be one breath away from being homeless~ really~ if us all would take that 1% and place it in the coffer of the HumanE~ what would it cost us~ nothing~ but permitting and worshipping the atrocious villany of mindless figures of media who toss away funds on bullsh*t without thought costs us not only critical thinking but our empathy as well~
bravo! ~ well written~ powerful presentation in its subtle impact~

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

The harsh reality of how tight the rich are with their purse strings, the lack of caring they display. Nicely done.

[Tommy]

It is a sad reality isn't it...The rich get rich through luck or greed, sure it's hard work, but they defiantly stay rich on greed.

Nice Write!
RLG,
Tommy