What I Got You Got

what i got surely you also got
these hands
and eyes and mouth

now, what if i ask you to surrender
all these things to me
because i am poor
because i am needing help?

you will.

and you will be another poor man another man needing help

the cycle of poverty and
need, tell me where you are at this precise time?

be still and be contented
and be happy and just be where you are

do not ever move do not ever extend your arm
you will fall on this wide chasm

where everyone finally dies

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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