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Charity Begins

Contributed by Rous on Tuesday, 25th January 2005 @ 07:43:10 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry






I wander through a forest
That does not contain trees.
I wonder that our present
Contains inconsistencies.

The forest blocks my vision
And blinds me to the sight,
Of all the world’s demands
To set the wrong to right.

“Is it my place?” I ask,
“to fix all of its woes?
Or just sit back and idly watch
What comes, and then what goes.”

We teach to do our best
And make ourselves a place.
We learn and work and save
We live a lifelong race.

We give to those who need;
A helping hand we spare.
Knowing when we need a hand,
It probably is not there.

We send supplies and money
To those whom we know not.
It is not enough, they say
For we want what you’ve got.

Charity has, it seems, become
A business, like all else.
“Give us your funds, and we’ll be sure
They get where needed most.

But first, I’m sure you’ll understand
I have expenses, too.
So I will just deduct a wage,
And send the rest on through.


Oh, wait, I just remembered
The office goods do cost.
The paper, stamps and envelopes
Without which we’d be lost.

Now on to where it’s needed
I won’t keep anymore.”
The next guy also has his claims
So, less gets to the poor.

So, finally my dollar
I donated back here,
Is now whittled down until
Change is all that appears.

At last, I say, the help arrives
The meds and clothes and food.
Only to be confiscated,
By soldiers charged with good.

The people whom I tried to help
Starve and die in pain
Mothers drop their babies’ bodies
Never to rise again

So, I sit here in satisfaction
Of all the good I’ve tried.
And yet the accusation’s thrown,
You’re niggardly inside.

So, what is the point in sending
What I have over there?
Most will not reach it’s goal
It’s better off right here.

For I was taught by Mom and church
Charity begins at home
And that is where my money stays
It has no need to roam.

There are too many here next door
Who need a helping hand.
And I know that my dollar giv’n
Will reach, intact, its goal






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1/19/2005




Copyright © Rous ... [ 2005-01-25 19:43:10]
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Re: Charity Begins (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 25th January 2005 @ 07:50:12 PM AEST
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Good point. It's lyrical and makes it's point. Nice Job!


Re: Charity Begins (User Rating: 1 )
by Rous on Tuesday, 25th January 2005 @ 07:54:35 PM AEST
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Thank you. I am just sick and tired of all of the people who are criticizing America for not being charitable. We give more than any other country and are usually among the very first to do so. This is just my personal feelings on the matter.


Re: Charity Begins (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 25th January 2005 @ 07:55:31 PM AEST
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Refreshingly vital, and wholly original.
I like it, and have written something similar a couple of weeks back, regarding the disparity between overseas aid donations, and those home-based charities that are subsidised by the government.

Nice job.
Thanks for sharing it.


Re: Charity Begins (User Rating: 1 )
by subchild on Tuesday, 25th January 2005 @ 08:26:40 PM AEST
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If you do not like America then they should leave..Good post.


Re: Charity Begins (User Rating: 1 )
by tifrob on Tuesday, 25th January 2005 @ 09:00:47 PM AEST
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Wonderful piece of work. It's poetic and it tells a story. A totally correct story at that. Although, I am proud of all people and nations that gave the to tsunami victims. I also agree with you. I really am just a step away from being a jaded American. I really don't ever want to ever take that next step. And I don't want America to take that step either. However, as the greatest nation on earth, I do believe that we should take care of us first. We have homeless, hungry and people who can't afford medicine. That is America's shame...

Thank you for sharing your poem,

J~




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