The Rich Begger

Hey rich man, what about the beggar outside your door, the one where the dogs lick his sores, do you care or dare to invite him in and give him something to eat?  Move your feet to the sound of compassion beyond crumbs or is the money that numbs your pain for gain of power too strong for you this hour?  Well rich man your time has come, both are dead and now your done, caught between this chasm where you can never provide, enough money to get you to the other side,  Now you are eating crumbs and he’s eating glory, this is the moral of the story….this fire has left your tongue burning without water, your soul left for slaughter since your heart was burdened with too many good things.


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