VERSE
Hawley, Richard A.
RICHARD A. HAWLEY THE POOR AMONG YOU ALWAYS Since our first delightful appropriation Of rather more than enough, We have had the poor, A constant about the edges Of our purposeful coming and...
...Each of them is ill...
...Occasionally a missionary finds himself, His lovely gospel new in their midst...
...Statistically, they are always On the rise...
...The next day they are back, On edge but never excited...
...The worst has already happened...
...RICHARD A. HAWLEY THE POOR AMONG YOU ALWAYS Since our first delightful appropriation Of rather more than enough, We have had the poor, A constant about the edges Of our purposeful coming and goings...
...We read about or imagine them Massing in millions to complain...
...Nobody hates them...
...Only slightly do they bother business, Whole northern nations shun them...
...In lines they wait politely for a shot, Too much or too little to say to say a thing...
...They are absolutely out of everything...
...There is no sound, no cry to express it...
...Caesar, King, and Czar were always glad To increase the dole, millions of coins Pass through them as flurries of crusts through pigeons...
...They can only stand there, nothing But bright eyes and bulbous bellies, Good examples of less than bread alone...
Vol. 103 • September 1976 • No. 20
