Rich Man

There has always been plenty available for you to eat. 

So it’s hard for you to understand the plight of the man lying in the street.

Your table is spread with the choicest of food, so you pile up your plate

And do not see the starving man standing at your gate.

You let his daily pleas for a crumb fall deafly at your ear.

You never questioned what he did succumb once he did disappear.

Starvation caused his death but you partook in his demise.

Your heart of stone forsook his needs and his condition you did despise.

His blood is now upon your hands for the help you did deny.

At Judgment’s Seat soon you will stand, what then will you reply?