Ode To Th Wealthy Poem by Shanika marini Paul

I too reflect thy same image,
Yet unseen in the shadow of wealth
As thou walks in glories name
While I my brother beg in shame

AY! I DO NOT ENVY THY GLORY
But seek thy compassion upon the lowly
For million mouths open aghast to fill
Even on the crumbs that thou throw still

Brother! oh master destiny’s king
Aid those who need thee
Do no deceive I plea
For the final judgment lies with God our king

Dine thee, with fame and of hollow grin
Feasting with the RICH
Who never cares of the bill
Think then I pray
Thy one meals bill
Would feed a multitude on a simple meal

My fiend my Foe who art thou I ask?
To ignore the cry of a hungry moan
Children clawed by famine and pain
A mother’s heart cursing fate’s revenge

Why? I ask thee should the world suffer
Cant thou oh blessed rich man help and offer?
A lending hand food and clothing
Shelter and comfort a soul deserving

Can thou sleep while the other is dying
When God gaveth thee the chance
Did thou forget to glance?
And strengthen the body so decaying

I beg thee wake up!
Help while thou can
The reward God gives you will make thou understand
Of he praise the poor man gaveth to thy name