The gap

Haiku for the indifferent

It’s always been big,

the gap between rich and poor.

Keeps getting larger.

The wealthy man’s scraps

could have fed the poor beggar.

They weren’t on offer.

For a peaceful life

the rich invest in awnings

that conceal the poor.

Beggars confront us,

we hide behind the question:

Are they deserving?

God does not question,

embracing the poor beggar,

deserving or not.

The wealthy protest,

if only we’d realised!

You chose not to know.

Should someone return

from the dead to give warning,

they still would not hear.

© Ken Rookes 2019