The Beggars Poem by David Wood

Cold eyes gaze upon opportunity
Like Red Kites they circle their
Prey
Waiting to pounce with keen alacrity

They have gained your trust
And you have responded with misplaced
Loyalty

You have given what they want

They beg with soft words but hard hearts
Always bending truth like soft metal
Their open mouths begging trust

They are worse than outcasts because
They are always get what they want
There is no getting away from their trade

They have no conscience
They have no pride
Even worse they have no common sense

They will take what you have and their
Secret hoard they stash away
From public gaze

Always wanting more they have no pity
And they will always be with us

Every four years we vote them in office
With misplaced faith