A Word For The Broken Hearted?

who stopped spoke to the broken hearted
gave them their scarf gloves coat in cold
inhospitable weather homeless starve in?

a minute or two of time brief fails
to warm cold flesh already shivering
'bless you' in name of Christ fails

to feed empty growling homeless bellies
and when Jesus asks when you fed
his poor will you tell stories ten thousand

plate dinner you ego shared with Obama
could have feed a few thousand homeless
instead feeding capitalist exploitation egos?

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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