The poor man is nailed to the door,
his heaving ribs make a mockery
of the charge laid upon is all;
the earth produces an abundance,
sufficient for the poor man and I.
OUR BROTHER’S KEEPER
Published inTwitter Poems
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
The poor man is nailed to the door,
his heaving ribs make a mockery
of the charge laid upon is all;
the earth produces an abundance,
sufficient for the poor man and I.