Children of a Lesser God
the purse is visible
the face is hot
the hands in knot
will she give
or will she not
she was stingy
miserly but not me
as I took this shot
who cares for a poor child's lot
on the traffic signal as they rot
from the undesirable womb
for beggary they are bought
drugged with benadryl syrup
the little fella on the waist of another tot
in a vicious trap they are caught
children of a lesser god
that the world and a higher god forgot
through my blog
in the prime slot
beauty on the soul of humanity
as a blind spot
