* Inner city guilt *
I cannot find it in me
To reach deep into my pocket
to bring forth charity you seek
My own family need my alms
And my selfishness annoys me
Seems I constantly grow smaller
As larger riches I seek
An act of dimunation
Centred in my heart
Draws my vision ever inward
Disrupts me in my sleep
A man of caring made immune
To your calls for support
As if you chose to starve
Or earth to quake
Or land to burn
Or waters to wash you from your feet
And I keep on walking
Heart turned away
Eyes fixed upon the grail
Of no more debts to pay.
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