pittance

“You sold your people for a pittance,  
    gaining nothing from their sale.”  
— Psalm 44:12 NIV  
 
you can barely whisper thank you  
for kind favours shown by others  
and how slight your measured efforts  
to redeem your fallen brothers!  
does the sun dispense with meanness  
when he spreads his golden daylight  
when he greets his dark horizon  
does he tease you with a lean night  
 
when you choke to say i’m sorry  
are your coffers running near-dry  
of the nobleman’s admission  
that you find so hard to come by  
does the river sift his waters  
from the quenching of your new crops  
when the rain stoops down from heaven  
is he partial to some treetops  
 
you can keep the dried-up morsels  
that you give just to be famous  
for such shallow discompassion  
evidences but the shameless  
when you navigate the ocean  
does she barely spare you headroom  
for the freedom of your spirit  
ere her waves become your deathwomb  
 
you are generous with anger  
though it goes without admittance  
yet the "good" you do for others  
count for naught more than a pittance  
does the earth hold back the blessings  
of her seasons and her climates  
should we not live so that poor men  
rise above the fate of primates!  
 
© Copyright 2019 November 22  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫