But For The Grace Of God

when I look and perceive
the struggling mass
of unwashed humanity...

when I look and perceive
the less fortunate
the crippled the maimed...

I think ‘there but
for the grace of God
go thee and me’

for this is an arena circus
with prisoners in a poverty cage
these maimed poor human beings...

are destitute untouchables
born without real equality chance
but for God’s Grace our own gladiatorial stage...

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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