The Begging Art
a few coins will do
a blessing for
a wretched like me
from a prosperous
rich man like you
you have so much
no teeth
that you can hardly chew
give me the leftovers the bones
you keep the gravy stew
god is the only commodity
that belongs equally
to christian hindu muslim jew
yet we kill each other
hate we love to spew
a blood oath
with every terrorist attack
renew
the soul
wanting to free itself
from decaying flesh
muscle sinew
