Gone Unknown By Those Who Feast

Some are born to sow beliefs,
To seed the growth of their feeding.
With a sewing done to aid their flourishing.

Many sit to watch a seeding sown,
To gather from a harvest...
With a feeding of their selfish needs shown.

And those familiar with others,
Misrepresenting the dispersement of their deeds...
Gone unknown by those who feast.
Are the least concern where it is they go,
To sow with a planting of their feet.
With tools provided to allow them to eat,
From 'Whom' bestows those seeds kept to grow.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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